Hmmm, I find it interesting too. Yes, not as much as the others because we don't have something else to go on. But interesting.

And yay Maia. I like her. Headstrong and independent, but endearing to me.

It will be interesting to see Simon battling a hatred that he doesn't want to feel. Or thinks he doesn't.

The outtake with Simon was quite interesting, alothough it dosen't really help us much. Could the Werewolfs and Vampires possible put aside there differences to fight against Valentine? It seems unlikely but since the werewolf pack was there with Simon, it could be possible?

It's hard, reading these, to pick up too much, because you can never be sure if it's been abandoned. But all in all, very interesting.

It certainly is different to see vampires and werewolves working together. But Simon would make a decent 'ambassador', in my opinion.

ASHLEY'S BACK WITH DA NEWS!!!!!!

Today on Cassandra Claire book news we have another outtake from the middle of the CoG, Cassandra has also said on the google groups site that: "Well, I can't keep posting cookies or I'll eventually have posted the whole book. But I'll post a few more outtakes. Again, these are things that now don't actually happen in the book. They're not just deleted scenes; they often represent entire deleted plotlines."

NO MORE COOKIES!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

All thats said about this outtake is that it's from the middle of the CoG....



"They're talking about me," Simon said.
Clary glanced over at him in confusion. The marble steps of the Accords Hall were freezing cold; she'd started to drift off into a daydream about having something hot to drink, like coffee, and maybe a blanket to put around her shoulders.
"Who's talking about you?" she said. "You know, Simon, you're not always the center of attention."
"They're talking about me." Simon jerked his head toward the knot of Shadowhunters standing by the door, clustered around the Consul. Maryse and Robert Lightwood were there, and so were the Monteverdes, and so was Luke, who was gesturing animatedly, something he only did when he was angry.
Clary craned her neck to get a better look at the action. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I keep hearing my name."
"Simon's a common name."
"And the word 'vampire.' As in 'that vampire Simon.'"
"That does seem like it's probably you," Clary allowed. ""Oh! They're coming over here. Look like we were talking about something else."
"Why?" Simon asked, not unreasonably, but there was no chance to answer him: long shadows fell over the steps, and Clary glanced up, her eyes dazzling in the glow of the witchlight the Shadowhunters carried. She could see Luke's face clearly, though; it was creased with worry.
"This is ridiculous," he was saying. "It's not even a question —"
"Oh, I think it's a question," the Consul replied. He might have been beaten in the Clave's vote earlier, but his nastiness was undiminished. A hoop of witchlight glowed against his black-clad chest. He addressed himself to Simon: "A certain issue has arisen, vampire. One that concerns you."
"Me?" Simon blinked in the witchlight, looking very young.

SIMON'S IN TROUBLE!! *Gasp* Lol. This gives us little information..... But I wanted Valentine to eat cookies of EVIL!!!

We could probably understand this if we had the book... WHY MARCH WHY!!!!!

Hopefully more news to come up soon!!!!

*Newscaster voice* This has been Ashley (A.K.A. SmashingCinderella) with the todays news!!!

BYE HOMIES!!!!!!!

Ah, I just love the serious Magnus! An exasperated expletive? "F*ck Shadowhunters"? Aw, Magnus really had it tough with Alec between CoA and CoG, huh? -pats-

I wish she HAD started CoG with this. Thanks for posting!

(Off-topic: =0 So Magnus will be in the ID books? Good, good, I was wondering about that.)

Once again, my take is that these outtakes are interesting, but hard to get excited about cause we don't know what's going on.

Like I said before, interesting but it doesn't give us much, especially since it's irrelevant to the final.

I'll miss the cookies. I like those more!!!!!!

But these are fine too, I guess....

NEWS WITH SMASHINGCINDERELLA IS BACK!!!! WITH NEWS !!!

Here's what Cassandra said about the latest outtake(That has good news... kind of )

I'll pick a cookie for this month soon, but in the meantime, here's an outtake. Some parts of this scene survive in a different sort of form in the current CoG, but most of it, including Jace's perspective, is gone. Jace and Clary battle a demon in the streets.

Jace drew Verchiel back. "I was afraid of of that," he muttered. "It's only semi-coporeal. Hard to kill."
"Then don't." Clary tugged at his sleeve. "At least it doesn't move fast. Let's get out of here."
Jace let her pull him back reluctantly, her fist knotting hard in the material of his jacket. They turned to run back in the direction they'd come from —
And the demon was there again, in front of them, blocking the street. It seemed to have grown bigger, and a low noise was coming from it, a sort of angry insectile chittering. "I don't think it wants us to leave," Jace said.
"Jace —"
But he was already running at the thing, sweeping Verchiel down in a long arc meant to decapitate, but the thing just shuddered again and reformed, this time behind him. It reared up, showing a ridged underside like a cockroach's. Jace whirled and brought Verchiel down, slicing into the creature's midsection. Green fluid, thick as mucous, spurted over the blade.
Jace stepped back, his face twisting in disgust. The Lobah was still making the same chittering noise. More fluid was spurting from it, but it didn't seem hurt. It was moving forward, purposefully.
"Jace!" Clary called. "Your knife —"
He looked down. The Lobah demon's mucous had coated Verchiel's blade, dulling its flame. As he stared, the seraph blade spluttered and went out like a fire that had been put out by sand. He dropped the weapon with a curse before any of the demon's slime could touch him.
The Lobah demon reared back again. Then it lunged forward — despite its oozing motion, it was swift as a tarantula, ready to strike. Jace ducked back — and then Clary was there, darting between him and the Lobah, her seraph blade swinging. She jabbed the creature just below its row of teeth, the blade sinking into its mass with a wet, ugly sound.
She jerked back, gasping, as the Lobah demon went into another spasm. Jace guessed it took the creature a certain amount of energy to reform each time it was wounded. If they could just wound it enough times —
Something moved at the edge of his vision. A flicker of gray and brown, moving fast. They weren't alone in the street.
Jace spun around, just in time to see the wolf launch itself at him. He dove to the side and rolled, coming up into a kneeling crouch. "Clary!" he shouted. "Behind you!"
Clary whirled, Alexiel blazing in her grip. Jace's heart contracted as the wolf streaked toward her — what was she doing — she wasn't even raising the blade against it — wasn't she going to defend herself? He wanted to leap to his feet and race to her side, but the blood seemed to have drained out of him. It was the first time he had ever been terrified in a battle, and his fear wasn't for himself at all, but for Clary, and it was overpowering. She looked so tiny, pinned between the advancing wolf and the Lobah demon, boiling and seething behind her, readying itself to strike again. He knelt, frozen on the cobblestones, for what felt like an hour of paralyzed horror, staring at her face, lit to brightness by Alexiel's light — and then she lowered the blade to her side. Lowered it and stood defenseless as the wolf reached her and leaped into the air, its lips drawn back in a fierce snarl, its jaws gaping wide.
Jace shouted something, he didn't know what; he couldn't hear himself, couldn't hear anything but an ear-stopping silence — and then a sound like tearing, like something being ripped in half and he half-wildly thought that maybe it was his heart ripping its way out of his chest, because that was what it felt like. It seemed to take an eternity for the wolf to complete its arcing lunge through the air — long enough for Jace to stagger to his feet — and it it struck its target, knocking it to the ground, tearing at it with bared teeth.
The Lobah demon screamed, or as close as it could come to screaming — a high-pitched whining sound, like air being let out of a balloon. The wolf was on top of it, pinning it, its muzzle buried deep in the demon's slimy hide. The Lobah shuddered and thrashed, but the wolf's grip was ferocious.
Somehow, Jace found himself standing next to Clary, who was staring in fascinated horror at the carnage. He fought the urge to touch her, to put his arm around her and pull her against him, to make sure she was all right. Instead, he spoke, hating the abruptness in his own voice but unable to do anything about it. "Give me Alexiel."
She handed the blade to him with a quizzical look. "Jace, can you believe —"
"That you didn't even lift this to defend yourself?" he cut in. "What the hell were you thinking? The wolf could have torn your throat out!"
Her eyes rounded comically, the way they always did when she was indignant. "But it wouldn't —" She broke off, her gaze snapping back to the two supernatural creatures battling it out a few feet away. The wolf was still tearing at the Lobah, which shuddered and pulsed in a desperate effort to reform and heal its injuries. The wolf wasn't giving it a second's chance. Its claws sunk deep in demon flesh, the wolf tore chunks of jelly-like flesh out of the Lobah's body with its teeth, ignoring the spurting green fluid that fountained around it. The Lobah began a last, desperate series of convulsive spasms, its serrated jaws clacking together as it thrashed — and then it was gone, only a viscous puddle of green fluid left steaming on the cobblestones where it had been.
The wolf made a noise — a sort of satisfied grunt — and turned to regard Jace and Clary with eyes turned to luminous silver discs by the moonlight. Verchiel came alive in Jace's hand and he raised the blade, drawing a fiery line on the air between themselves and the werewolf.
The werewolf snarled, the hair rising stiffly along its spine...

WHO IS DA WEREWOLF..... *DRAMATIC MUSIC *
Hope the cookie comes soon............ I'M STARVING FOR A COOKIE!!!!

^ ooh! I love stuff from Jace's point of view! And I agree with you, I am in dire need of another cookie =]

^Looks like Cassandra answered you! Lol. We got a cookie today. =)

If you guys don't mind me asking (and if I don't look like too much of an idiot/new kid...) where are you getting all the outtakes from? I just checked her MySpace, and only the cookies are there, and I checked her site and LJ, so unless I'm looking in the wrong places on those sites, I have no idea where these outtakes are coming from. *confused* (Oh, and also the info about her coming to Toronto and Vancouver? I was wondering if anyone could link me so I could research that more. =) Thanks!)

Wow. That was so cool.

And I don't really know what else to say. WHO WAS THE WEREWOLF????????????? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Calming down.

Lindsay, We get the Outtakes from her Google Groups... Group . And think the toronto/Canada dates were also on the google groups, I'm not sure though

^Thanks, Cinderella! I'm not quite familiar with the Google Groups, and I was trying to search CC, or the MI trilogy, but I wasn't coming up with anything. *sigh* Would you happen to have a link to it? Sorry for being a bother. :p

Mortal Instruments
I guess I could give you the link, I am Cinderella after all

Beginning of the month= Outtake or cookie... which I hope arrives soon but for now let's get to outtake numero siete!!!

This is another scene that didn't make it into the book. When Simon gets thrown in jail, he has a companion in the dungeon, a man named Samuel who used to know Jocelyn, Valentine and the others years ago during the time of the Circle. He and Simon chat to keep from going crazy with boredom. This is a scene that was cut for length, but was the source of a chapter title (later changed): "A Curse on the Soul."


"Jonathan — Jace — he doesn't look much like either of his parents, does he?" Samuel asked.
"I guess. I can't really tell."
"Both Jocelyn and Valentine were very good-looking," Samuel said. "And so is Jonathan. Still." He coughed — a pained, rasping sound. "I remember their wedding," he said. "Everyone thought there couldn't have been a more beautiful couple, or one destined to be happier."
"I guess it didn't turn out that way, did it?"
"No." Samuel's voice was quiet.
"Maybe it doesn't matter how much you love someone," Simon said. "Sometimes it just all turns to garbage anyway."
"I'm not sure Jocelyn really did love Valentine all that much," Samuel said, to Simon's surprise. "I think she married him to keep him human. To give him a reason not to become a monster."
"It didn't work."
"Didn't it? You don't know how much worse he might have been." Samuel coughed again. "Love — it's a powerful force, Daylighter. Jocelyn may not have loved Valentine, but his love for her kept him from descending into utter monstrosity for many years. And Jocelyn's sacrifice in marrying him paved the way for the sacrifices she made later, to destroy the Circle."
Simon thought of Clary's mother, though when he did he just saw her resemblances to Clary: her green eyes, and the stubborn tilt of her chin. "What makes you so sure she didn't love him?"
"Because she was in love with Lucian Graymark, and he was in love with her. Anyone could see it. Anyone who wasn't blind. Anyone but themselves." There was an odd sort of bitterness in Samuel's voice. "It was clear even in the way they spoke of each other. The same way that Jonathan speaks of Clary."
"All right," Simon said. "That's enough insight."
"He's her brother, isn't he?" Samuel asked. "Her older brother by a year?"
Simon leaned his head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling. "What difference does it make to you?"
"None," said Samuel. "I know that sort of love when I hear it. That sort of love is forever. Despite any obstacles."
"Maybe it shouldn't be forever," said Simon. "Maybe sometimes when there are obstacles like that in the way, maybe it would be better if people could just forget about each other."
Samuel sounded amused. "You might as well ask him to forget about breathing, though I suppose you could try."
"Why are you being so sappy, anyway?" Simon couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice. "Why are you lecturing me about true love? We're in prison, if you hadn't noticed."
"You think I'm being maudlin," Samuel said. "But real love isn't sappy, not in the way that you're thinking. It's about pain and wanting and need and all those things that make people do ugly things to each other. There's no betrayal without it — no loss — no jealousy — no tragedy and no despair. And without it, there is no hate. If Valentine didn't love his Nephilim so much, he wouldn't be so hellbent on destroying them now. Love is a curse, Simon, and like a curse it is irrevocable. Love is a curse on the soul."
"I'm a vampire," Simon said. "I'm not even sure I still have a soul."
"You do," said Samuel, quietly.
"How do you know?"
"Because only someone who possesses a soul," said Samuel, "wonders whether they have one or not."

WHY MUST THIS ONE LEAVE US FOR THE FINAL PRODUCT???!!! I love a good boredem passing jail scene, It lets me learn!!! And talking about LOVE... GAH! Can I have a cookie already, As a late BDAY present???!!!!! PLEASE CASSANDRA!!!!!!