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CITY OF LOST SOULS

Contents
Prologue Part One: No Evil Angel Chapter 1 : The Last Council Chapter 2 : Thorns Chapter 3 : Bad Angels Chapter 4 : And Immortality Chapter 5 : Valentine„s Son Chapter 6 : No Weapon in this World Chapter 7 : A Sea Change Part Two: Certain Dark Things Chapter 8 : Fire Tests Gold Chapter 9 : The Iron Sisters Chapter 10: The Wild Hunt Chapter 11: Ascribe All SinChapter 12: The Stuff of Heaven Chapter 13: The Bone Chandelier Chapter 14: As Ashes Chapter 15: Magdalena Chapter 16: Brothers and Sisters Chapter 17: Valediction Part Three: All Is Changed Chapter 18: Raziel Chapter 19: Love and Blood Chapter 20: A Door into the Dark Chapter 21: Raising Hell Epilogue

PROLOGUE
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house. He„d never knownanother home. This was the place his parents had brought him back to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He„d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time. Hehad never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamsa, the Hand of God, covered the peephole. Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. Nopain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into cold rage. He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. ― Mom! ― he shouted. ― Mom, it„s me! There was no reply — only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother„s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even throughthe wood. ― Mom! ― His voice broke. ― Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It„s me , Simon! The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. ― Go away! ― Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. ― Murderer! ―I don„t kill people. ― Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? ― I told you. I drink animal blood. ― You killed my son,― she said. ― You killed him and put a monster in his place. ― I am your son. ― You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You„re not Simon! ― Her voice rose to almost a scream. ― Get away from my house before I kill you, monster! ― Becky, ― he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. ― What have you told Becky?― “Stay away from your sister.” ― Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over. ― Mom, ― he said again, but this time his voice wouldn„t rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. ― I need to know , is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please — ― “Stay away from Becky!” ― She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Thencame the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on

it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.

Before I kill you, monster.

The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith. He dropped...