Another outtake dears. And its amazing!!!!!
Here's what our torturer said about it:
Outtake 15 — a scene that no longer takes place in the book. A very, very altered version of it still exists. Clary and Sebastian are looking for a certain place after having been guided by a certain person's instructions. Also, Clary hates horses — that doesn't change.
I'm not that much a fan of horses either

, Anyways.... Outtake time!!!!!
Apparently there was only so long you could actually stay terrified for; eventually, whatever was going on, the human mind started to relax. Or so Clary decided after about an hour or so of neck-jolting dash across the countryside. Walls of green foliage whipped by on either side, giving way every so often to improbably beautiful vistas: frost-blue glacial lakes, green valleys, gray mountains, silver slivers of river and creek flanked by banks of flowers. There was no sign of human dwelling — not a house or a cottage to be seen. Eventually the gravel road itself gave way to dirt and then to rutted mud. The horse slowed down to find its footing and Clary started to breathe again. She was almost beginning to enjoy the ride when they crested a hill and Sebastian pulled Wayfarer up short.
"But how…" His voice trailed off. "Where is it?"
Clary twisted around in the saddle and stared up at him. His expression was blank, bewildered. "Where is what?"
"The Manor." His voice rose. "It should be right here!"
She followed his gaze. Ahead of them spread a flat plain of silvery-green grass. Wind rippled it in a series of discrete lines, like fingers raking through long fur. Far away, Clary could see a line of darker green: trees, backed by hills in the distance.
There was no sign of any kind of building. The place looked as if human beings hadn't come near it in years.
"Well," she said. "It's not."
"I can see that." It was the first time she'd ever heard Sebastian sound angry. He slid from the horse's back and walked to the edge of the hilltop, staring. He looked down at the map in his hand and then back at the emptiness ahead and swore. Balling the map up in his his fist, he threw it hard — a gust of wind caught it, and carried it down the hill.
"Sebastian!" Sliding down from Wayfarer's back, Clary limped toward him on legs that felt like cooked spaghetti. "It's all right."
"I don't get it." He was shaking his head. "There's nothing wrong with my map. The warlock must have been trying to trick us."
"Why would he do that?"
"I don't know. Sometimes warlocks like to mess around with Shadowhunters." He bit his lip.
Clary thought of Magnus' smile. He'd really seemed as if he did want and expect her to go to the Manor. If his intention had been to mislead her, then he was playing a truly fathomless game. "Maybe something's happened to the Manor."
"To a whole building? Besides, this place looks as if no one's been here in years."
"Please don't be upset," she said. "Look, we'll come back, with a better map. Tomorrow, even."
The wind had picked up. It blew strands of his dark hair across his face. He gave a rueful smile, "Thanks. Sorry, I ought to be the one consoling you. It's your mother we're trying to save. It's just that I thought if I could help you, you might —"
She raised her face to his, puzzled. "I might what?"

. that's al that comes to my mind with that little cliffy ending......
God Cassandra... WHY MUST YOU TORTURE US?????!!!! ITS NOT FAIR!! 30 MORE DAYS........ JUST 30 MORE AND ALL MY ANSWERS WILL HOPEFULLY BE ANSWERED!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Haley Williams.... The voice of a new generation