City of Fallen Angels

Hardcover | April 5, 2011

byCassandra Clare

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Trust is dangerous, and to love is to destroy. Plunge into the fourth installment in the internationally bestselling Mortal Instruments series and “prepare to be hooked” (Entertainment Weekly).

The Mortal War is over, and sixteen-year-old Clary Fray is back home in New York, excited about all the possibilities before her. She's training to become a Shadowhunter and to use her unique power. Her mother is getting married to the love of her life. Downworlders and Shadowhunters are at peace at last. And—most importantly of all—she can finally call Jace her boyfriend.

But nothing comes without a price.

Someone is murdering Shadowhunters, provoking tensions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters that could lead to a second, bloody war. Clary's best friend, Simon, can't help her. His mother just found out that he's a vampire and now he's homeless. Everywhere he turns, someone wants him on their side—along with the power of the curse that's wrecking his life. And they're willing to do anything to get what they want. Not to mention that he's dating two beautiful, dangerous girls—neither of whom knows about the other one.

When Jace begins to pull away from her without explaining why, Clary is forced to delve into the heart of a mystery whose solution reveals her worst nightmare: she herself has set in motion a terrible chain of events that could lead to her losing everything she loves. Even Jace.

Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. The stakes are higher than ever in City of Fallen Angels.

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Trust is dangerous, and to love is to destroy. Plunge into the fourth installment in the internationally bestselling Mortal Instruments series and “prepare to be hooked” (Entertainment Weekly).The Mortal War is over, and sixteen-year-old Clary Fray is back home in New York, excited about all the possibilities before her. She's training...

Cassandra Clare was born in Teheran, Iran and spent much of her childhood travelling the world with her family. After college, Cassie lived in Los Angeles and New York where she worked at various entertainment magazines. Cassie started working on The Mortal Instruments series in 2004. City of Bones, A New York Times Bestseller, is the ...

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:432 pages, 9 × 6 × 1.4 inPublished:April 5, 2011Publisher:Margaret K. McElderry BooksLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good Read. I relatively enjoyed this book.
Date published: 2016-11-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Omg! I lov this book so much! im wat u call a booknerd or a bookwerm lol ive read ur books im saying this...... Best book EVER plz miss clare dont stop! u wave so many fans (im number one )
Date published: 2015-07-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fallen Angels captivating read with tension and cliffhangers that make you want to continue this epic book series :)
Date published: 2015-04-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from 3.75 stars, Unexpected I finally read this book, this book has been on my shelf for close to 4 years and I finally picked it up and surprisingly liked it, its not my favorite by any means but I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Overall this book was good and I will hopefully read the fifth book soon. :0)
Date published: 2015-03-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from love it!!!! the series is awesome. The book of as captivating and held my interest the whole time. This series is the best and the books just keep getting better and better.
Date published: 2015-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from City of Falling Angels Book 4 This series just get better & better. Can't wait to start #5.
Date published: 2014-10-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Q The story progresses
Date published: 2014-08-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Great book could not put it down.
Date published: 2014-07-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome Its so compelling, cant wait to read the last book!
Date published: 2014-05-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from City of Falling Angels Was not a big fan of these books, but did read them all just to see whar T the hoopla was all about.
Date published: 2014-04-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Loved this book. Can't wait to read the next one. They keep getting better and better.
Date published: 2014-03-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great This is a fantastic book, great read cant wait to read the 5th and final book :)thrilling and exciting could not put this book down way better the city of glass :) and by far the best book of the series :)
Date published: 2014-02-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wow This was amazing
Date published: 2014-02-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Anxiety This was amazing, some parts felt tangible and just wonderfully done. This series has been just what I've been looking for lately. Good books don't always happen but this, this defiantly has my attention! Totally has my support!
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Poorly written, good storyline The book is good enough but could be better written. Cassandra Clare really needs to fire her editor. My 12 year old daughter has better quality work than her. The movie to the first book was better than the actual book, which in itself is disappointing. I'm actually looking forward to more movies to see what they can do with the rest of the series.
Date published: 2014-01-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2013-11-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Great book, great series
Date published: 2013-10-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great liked it a lot
Date published: 2013-10-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great This series was great. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Date published: 2013-10-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Once you read City of Bones, you have to continue reading the whole story!
Date published: 2013-10-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Another great book by Cassandra Clare. Coildnt put it down.
Date published: 2013-10-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Thank you for continuing this series It’s been a long, long time since I last read a Mortal Instruments book (I read the third book as soon as it came out two years ago). Normally when such a long period of time occurs between reads, I read the entire series before picking the new book up. That wasn’t the case here, however. I remembered every little detail because the series is so good, so I didn’t have to do any re-reading. As with the other books, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I love stories with various voices and points of views, and Cassandra Clare spins each side with ease. She makes it painless jumping from person to person without losing the story. However, I must say I was at first a little hesitant when I heard Cassandra Clare was writing a fourth book. The Mortal Instruments was originally intended to be a trilogy, and had ended on such a nice note that I really didn’t want—or expect—anything else from the characters. I knew Clare is a genius storyteller and would find some way to make this story continue, but I just didn’t see the point. That is, until I read it. This fourth book just reinstated my love for Simon and my indifference for Jace. Yes, I know Jace is sexy and loves Clary with every fibre of his being. But. There’s something to be said for the friends, the sidekicks, the cute vampires that don’t quite know what to do with themselves. And as a lover of Simon, I was most pleased with all his narrations in this book. He really took centre stage in City of Fallen Angels. Some of the other characters also had the chance to share their side of the story. It was refreshing to hear voices other than just Clary’s (like the first three books). It balanced the book out and made me care for each individual character more. While some characters shined more than others, all of them still had a lasting affect. New characters were introduced to the reader, too. I particularly liked the fact that Clare touched on a topic that I had become worried about in the other book: Alec and Magnus’ relationship. As an everlasting warlock, I knew Magnus’ time with Alec would be limited, and I was worried about how that knowledge would affect them. So I’m glad to see reality found its way to them in this book, made them see their relationship for what it is, and opened their eyes. I know that part of the series isn’t over, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Alec found a way to live forever by the end of it all. Then again…bittersweet mortality could also be a painful, but perfectly honest way to go with regards to their future. All in all, I found the plot of this book a little blander than the others, which disappointed me. I still enjoyed reading it and still flew through the pages, but I just couldn’t help but feel something was missing. I won’t go into too much detail about the plot, but to all those who have read the book, do you agree with me? On the whole, I’m glad Clare wrote another book, and I can’t wait to buy the fifth book in the series. Hopefully that’ll be just a bit better than this one! Keep on writing, Clare, keep on writing. To view more book reviews of mine, visit my blog: http://booksteame.com/
Date published: 2013-05-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Haven't finished, but going great! I have been distracted lately, but before I was able to tear myself away from this book; I was completely hooked. The story continues with the gang and there are twists around every corner of coarse, even though Valentine is dead. Everyone should read this series and this book, it's great stuff!
Date published: 2012-08-22
Rated 1 out of 5 by from A true let-down... When I first started reading this book, I had admittedly high hopes. Having read the Mortal Instruments trilogy as well as the first entry in the Infernal Devices trilogy, I was ready for more, and hear this on every level, fantastic storytelling. Unfortunately, this is not what was delivered. Despite the fantastic plot of the original trilogy and the potential shown in this book, I feel cheated. Clare seems to have spent far too much of her free time between writing City of Glass and Fallen Angels reading Twilight. This book was plagued by vampire melodrama from Simon as much as it was by Jace’s whining between bouts of dry-humping Clary. I found the plot shallow and uninteresting all the way up to the last hundred-or-so pages when “Degrassi” went out the window in favour of the element of danger and actual high-stakes action. Overall, a disappointing start to the second Mortal Instruments trilogy.
Date published: 2012-07-27
Rated 3 out of 5 by from More of the same Review first posted at http://unautrehistoire.blogspot.com/ Most of you have read Cassandra Clare's popular The Mortal Instrument series. And most of you were VERY excited when it was announced that it wasn't to end at City of Glass. That she was coming back with the much loved characters and keeping the story alive. I myself, really didn't care. Only because I had only read the first book- years ago when it first came out. I told myself I wasn't going to read anymore because I really hated the Clary and Jace were brother and sister, I was not happy, so I chose not to read further. It wasn't until Simon and Schuster Canada offered me a finished copy of City of Fallen Angels that I decided to find out what all the hoopla was about. Why did people love this series so much? Why were they so excited for it's return? So back in March I read both City of Ashes and City of Glass, and I really enjoyed them, a lot. However when my Copy of CoFA came in the mail, I did not immediately jump in and start reading. Clare writes amazing characters. We all know that. And City of Fallen Angels brought to us the fabulous characters she does so well. In CoFA we got to see more of Simon’s perspective on things. Which is something I really enjoyed. Simon was one of my favourite characters from The Mortal Instruments series. He was smart, totally dorky and completely endearing. How could you not like Simon? I really liked experiencing things from his point of view, and getting inside his head. I found reading about his concern when it came to his relationships with Isabelle and Maia. I could feel his concern and despair when his mother discovered him (that scene broke my heart), also when he attacked Maureen, the guilt he felt. Simon is one of Clare’s more complex characters, and I was pleased to see more from him. Clary was the same old Clary we all know and love (sometimes), she’s loyal to her friends and her sarcasm is renowned (maybe not like Jaces’s but...). Her friendship with Simon makes me smile. I like Clary. I think she’s a well developed, well rounded character. However, for me, for a female protagonist, she’s not the most memorable for me. I sometimes felt like Clare felt like she had done all she could for Clary and focused more on others (this is just my perspective). I think there are certain character’s in The Mortal Instrument series that are stronger than she is. In saying this, I need to reiterate; I liked Clary, however I just felt like she was left in the shadows more often then not. Jace, a crowd favourite. Normally I love Jace, his sarcasm and wit are legendary. Even at his lowest, Jace is known to be clever and always ready with a joke. I felt like this was missing in CoFA. Mostly because he was dealing with some heavy stuff. We still got Jace’s jokes, and sarcasm, but it felt forced and sometimes it fell flat. He did have some great banter with Simon and some great one liners for sure, but they were few. His personal demons got in the way, and I was sad about that. Clare also introduces new characters in City of Fallen Angels. Kyle/Jordan is my favourite. I loved him. I loved what he brought to the story, and his attitude. I felt for him and Maia and I am curious about their story, I can’t wait to explore that in future novels. I enjoyed seeing his friendship with Simon blossom. He even got along with Jace. It made for good reading. Magnus was another favourite of mine, and I was glad that him and Alec showed up in the end. I was worried I was going to miss them. I love Magnus, and he says one of the most remarkably romantic things to Alec, I was speechless, and saying “awwww,” all at the same time. Where I did enjoy reading CoFA for the most part, I had a few issues with things. When Jace started avoiding Clary, I didn’t know why, I felt like that wasn’t explained very well. One minute the two were getting along great, the next Jace is having huge issues with Clary and not speaking to her, this was so confusing to me. At first I thought that I had missed something and went back to check, but no, there was nothing to explain his sudden shift. I sometimes find that Clare over dramatizes things in her novels. Everything is such a big event, there is rarely anything subtle to be found in her books. Nothing is ever down played. This is partially why I didn’t read this book when it first came to me. I had already read the two previous books in the series, and I wasn’t sure that I could handle more. So I took a break, and I think that I enjoyed CoFA more then I would have if I had read it right away. I did not like the end of the novel mostly because it was so over played and so dramatic. It’s like Clare asked “what the worst thing that could happen?” and then did exactly that. I was SO frustrated. I should have been expecting it. But It bugged me. Even with all my hang ups with this book, I still really enjoyed it, and was pleased with what I got. Clare doesn’t miss a beat with this book
Date published: 2012-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A perfect addition to the series I am so happy I finally got around to reading this. It is definatly a great contribution to the mortal instruments series. I really like how they start to incorporate characters from the Infernal Devices series. As ussually I Iove following Clary and Jace's relationship and it's up and downs, as well as Simons relationships. It was also nice to see more of Maia and to meet that new character Jordan. I didn't even see the ending coming it was quite a surprise Anyway I don't want to say to much, just that this is a really great book and it is definatly a must read.
Date published: 2012-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down! First off I have to say I wasn't eager to read this one since I loved how City of Glass ended. Then I read the mixed reviews below and put off reading even longer. I started reading this book and could not put it down! I really enjoyed reading about Simon and his troubles rather then Clary and Jaces troubles for a change. Simon took on such a powerful role in this book that I can't wait to see what is to come for him in the next! We find out in this book just how the "Mark of Cain" Clary etched on Simon's forehead really effects his life! He draws out the most powerful trying to harness him as a weapon and he learns quickly how many really do care about him!
Date published: 2011-08-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from A big disapointment This series is awesome city of glass for me felt like the end i was content with it ending there. But when i saw the new book i just had to get it, when i read it i was disapointed jace got on my nerves just like bella did in the twillight series, but the ending was the worst part, i threw the book across the room and didnt pick it up for days i was so mad that it ended like that. but on the bright side I like that Izzy became a more developed character.
Date published: 2011-08-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Terrible Ending!!! The story was not but not nearly as good as the first three books. Jace actually got on my nerves reading the book, as like when Bella drove me nuts in "New Moon." Also, as the end I was VERY close to throwing the novel across the room because of the terrible ending. If you enjoy the series, read it, but don't expect it to be a good as the first three books of the series.
Date published: 2011-07-26
Rated 1 out of 5 by from The Horse is Dead. I've read all of the previous 'Mortal Instruments' books to date (including that ridiculous 'Prequel'), and this is the worst one of the series so far. The first couple books were exciting and original, but now I feel like the author is just killing the series. Why do authors find it necessary to drag on their series? Clare needs to realize that she's beating a dead horse. It's dead, move on. With every 'Prequel' and sequel that she's writing the plot just seems to drag on and on and then you finally get to the moment that you've been waiting for, and it's like 'That's it?' Final Thoughts: -This series needs to end...like yesterday. -The cover art is kind of lame. I'm glad I had the hardcover so I could remove the sleeve. -There's an unnecessary handwritten letter glued to the first page of the book...should have left that out. Stupid.
Date published: 2011-07-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Same great world with a dash more of darkness **Spoiler Free** City of Fallen Angels is the fourth book in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. The 4th instalment starts us off with Clary back in New York after the Mortal war. Things turned out fairly well in the last book, leaving us thinking that was the final conclusion. But little did we know, the actions during the Mortal war with Valentine would have leave them all stuck with some serious consequences. Clary is excited for her Shadowhunter training and her blossoming relationship with Jace, since she’s finally socially allowed to love him. Jace is in a darker mood than usual, and the reason why stays a mystery to not only Clary, but to us the readers, for a good length of the book. Simon battles with coming to terms with his curse of being a Daylighter vampire. He tries to live life like a normal human boy, but soon realizes none of the relationships in his life will ever be the same. His struggle seems overwhelming with the growing bloodlust, his unacceptance amongst his loved ones and knowing he’s going to outlive everyone. Loneliness seems to be the theme of this book, accompanied by a few twists and turns to keep us sucked into this lovable series. The rest of the gang is along for the angst filled ride that Clary, Jace and Simon go on, while bringing along new and fresh faces. Overall, the book was solid, but the first half felt a bit slow and dragging. The last half really picked up the pace, staying true to the rest of the MI books. Although, the feeling is darker than the previous books, I enjoyed it once I really got into it. I also feel this was more of a transition book for something way more epic to come, since we have a couple/few more books coming. Clare’s writing style stays smooth and picturesque. I always feel like I’m right there with the characters. After the ups and downs I felt this book had, the ending was awesome, whether you like what happens or not, you will be left begging for the next book.
Date published: 2011-06-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A few flaws to work out... So I read the first three books, thought they were really good. I was a little scared when Ms. Clare announced a fourth, because I personally thought that the third book was a really good place to stop, but hey, if she's gonna go for a fourth book, it's completely her decision. That being said, this fourth book was... not too bad, despite my misgivings. There is a genuinely good plot, despite the death of our main antagonist in the last book, and the action keeps things going nicely. I think the biggest problem with this book is the loss of actual romantic tension between Jace and Clary. They're together now, we KNOW they're together now, we know they're HAPPY together now... so why, in the name of all that is holy, does Jace still insist on being a secretive jerk? I thought there were no more secrets between them. I thought that they trusted each other absolutely. But this book really didn't do Jace justice, going backwards on his character instead of forwards. And because the series, in the past, has relied so much on the relationship between Clary and Jace and how their love makes each other grow, this surprising demoting of his character kept me from enjoying the book as much as I would've liked. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed most of the book. Having read the series up to now, I can say that fans should keep reading this series. Hopefully, things will pick up in the next book.
Date published: 2011-06-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A bit of a dark turn... I was surprised that Ms. Clare wrote a 4th book in the Mortal Instruments series, as she seemed quite adamant on her website that it would conclude as a trilogy and her writing would be focused on her new series. I enjoyed City of Fallen Angels, although I wished I had reread City of Glass first as I had forgotten so many details and felt like I needed a recap. Also, I kept trying to figure out how characters from The Clockwork Angel fit into this storyline. It was a little confusing, and again, I wish I had the time to reread the original series as so much time has elapsed, but at no fault of the author. All the characters seem to be struggling with their relationships this time around (no simple happy endings here!) and what a cliffhanger at the end! I would also be interested to see what role the new Silent Brother plays in the upcoming book - or maybe I put too much credence into his statements to Jace. I was disappointed that my edition did not contain the letter from Jace to Clary that was supposed to be in the Chapters-Indigo copy. Regardless, it was a good book and I look forward to the next!
Date published: 2011-06-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Your review title will go here So it wasnt my favorite of the series. It was a good continuation, but IMHO I think this series should have ended as a trilogy. She took it into a story that has potential, but the original trilogy was amazing enough that any continuation just wont stand up to it. The ending made me really sad, just how much more crap will that poor man have to be put through?!? I still recommend everyone to read it!
Date published: 2011-06-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Such a great writer! Awesome. At first I thought, how could she possibly continue this series? But she has. This novel is good no doubt about that but I thought some parts were redundant but I'm sure the other books that she has planned will explain it all.
Date published: 2011-05-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Exactly right. This book was amazing of course. Just as I had expected. I love the characters even more with every book. I can't wait to find out what happens next. The next book can not come out soon enough.
Date published: 2011-05-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant! The fact that it took me just over two weeks to read this--by NO means--indicates I was bored or dissatisfied with it. It was killing me every day that I could not spend more time with my favourite Shadowhunters and Downworlders. How I love this intricate world that Cassandra Clare has created in her books. She is simply brilliant... I can't imagine anyone having these incredibly creative ideas floating around in their head... and yet, here it is... playing out like a movie going through my head. Great adventures, intriguing characters, strategically-injected humour, heart-stopping action, swoon-worthy romance, supernatural creatures and hot guys carrying swords and weapons. What more could I ask for? It was wonderful getting back to this world--especially since we originally thought that it was over with City of Glass. I remember finishing the last book in the original trilogy and desperately wanting more... and here it is in City of Fallen Angels... and I loved every minute of it. Without going into a full synopsis of the book, I'll tell you what I loved most about this new installment. When I first heard the rumblings of a continuation of The Mortal Instruments series, and that the focus was rumoured to be mostly on Simon... I have to admit that I felt a little deflated. Don't get me wrong... I ADORE Simon (especially now, after reading CoFA)... but one of my all-time favourite romantic couples--Clary and Jace--needed to have a huge presence for me in the story... and I was not disappointed. As long as there was lots of Jace and Clary, I didn't mind Simon sharing the spotlight...at all. Simon stepped up as a wonderful leading man in his own right. As a new vampire, not belonging to any clan, not really fitting in with the Shadowhunters, and trying to resist his vampire nature, he takes his burden on his own and is left to stumble his way through, while he's also attracting all sorts of attention...romantic, political... and someone who wants him dead. His adjustment to life as a vampire was not easy. Simon became even more endearing to me because he was not perfect... he faltered and has to live with the consequences. But I loved seeing how he matured and became more confident in himself while finding his way. And I enjoyed the little sparks of romance in his life... because he just deserves that kind of attention too. I wanted to jump into the pages so many times and just give him a hug. The chemistry between all the characters is palpable. But... obviously... the most palpable is the one that exists between Jace & Clary. Now that Clary and Jace are free to pursue the kind of relationship they've always wanted--I was not surprised that they would also have to face more challenges. Their love blossomed even when it was taboo, even with the baggage they both still had from the previous events, and the new drama in their lives--it still continued to grow. Individually... I felt all the characters matured at a reasonable and satisfying pace... and that is one of the main story line components I need to see in a book to win me over. Important secondary characters such as Isabelle, Alec, Magnus, Maia, Luke, Jocelyn and newcomers, Jordan (Kyle) and Maureen, all added so much richness to the story... I was never bored with their own more minor story lines that also continued to fit into the main story. In many respects, the new villain, Lilith, made Valentine's plans look like they were hatched by a child. She was quite the puppet-master. The ending... the last four pages had me shaking my head... no, no, NO! I nearly hurled the book against the wall!! I had this nagging feeling that something was coming that I was not going to like. I had that same feeling when I got to the end of City of Bones, where it was revealed that Jace and Clary were brother and sister, and I had to put my faith in Cassandra that it would all work out in the end. And now, once again, I have to put my faith in her because like everyone else... I have to wait for the next two installments over the next couple of years to see how this plays out. I honestly don't know how I'll survive it! I'm so looking forward to City of Lost Souls!!
Date published: 2011-05-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Did not expect something like this It is going to be very hard not to do a spoilery review of this book, but I will do as best as I possibly can to keep the details as vague as possible. First off, let me start by saying that I was extremely happy with the ending City of Glass provided - I actually thought this was going to be a trilogy? Imagine my surprise, last April, when I went into Chapters and saw this book... At first, I thought it was another series Clare was doing but I then saw "The Mortal Instruments" written on it. I was very sceptical and boy, was I wrong to worry! This book might as well be my favourite of the series. Now, I have never seen the Mortal Instruments series as "dark". Of course, when there is evil, there's a dark side to it, but the overall feeling of these books, to me, has never been like this. I'm glad Cassandra Clare took a risk to make this book darker than its predecessors. This was a great gamble for her and she did it brilliantly. I have always liked Simon through thick and thin, unlike most people, and was very glad to see him "blossom" in this novel. You really, really get to see a new side of the guy and the complex life he leads at the moment and it is hard not to want to just... grab the guy and hug him. Because he badly needs some love and support. Clary and Jace... This will definitely not be an easy book to read for those of you who, like me, adore them. All I can say on them is that you root for them but you just don't know what to expect. I did like the new main character introduced - I won't say more about him not to spoil anyone on this because this is someone from someone's past. Great addition to the gang and very fitting. I loved his interactions with Simon and Jace - especially those with Jace, they were hilarious together. I thought Cassandra Clare's writing was somewhat better than I've seen her do before and I'm glad - she brings something else to the table with this and just knows just how to write her sentences to keep you hooked. ****SPOILERS FROM NOW ON**** The ending, although, reminded me a lot (maybe too much?) of Harry Potter. While I worship Harry Potter and J. K. Rowling, I also dislike anything that tries to come close to it. Those of you you have read both series probably know what part I am talking about and I wonder how this can affect the end of the series or next book (but I have a feeling this will go on till the end of the series.) Seriously, while I had thought that something like this might happen (the ending, I mean), I never thought Cassandra Clare would have the guts to actually do this and leave us with such a cliffhanger. I'm glad she did because this will make me appreciate that much more the next book. And, anything that is dark, I love, so I am sure I will love the next book just as much as this one.
Date published: 2011-05-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great addition to the series! I loved this book. I really liked that Simon has a bigger role in this series. Don't like the big cliffhanger because it will be so long before the next one is released and will forget important details in the book. I am a little disappointed in the struggle with Jace and Clary's relationship. I liked the struggles they had in the first 3 books, because that made the story but it is getting too much now. I would like to see them enjoy their relationship for a while without all the struggles. But overall, Clare has created a wonderful 4th book to this series.
Date published: 2011-05-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Keeping me hooked! Cassandra Clare did another awesome job on the forth in this series! I loved seeing things from Simon's point of few and hope she keeps to that view with the others! The first three kept me hooked and this one was no different! Even with the gap in between the 3rd and 4th for me everything was laid out that you would have no problem picking it back up! I cannot wait for the next book to come out. I finished the third feeling ok with the ending, though still wanting more and when I heard this one was coming I couldn't wait for more and wasn't disapointed. I am eagerly waiting the next one :) keep them coming Cassandra!!!
Date published: 2011-05-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Um.. wasn't wowed! It was pretty good despite the fact I was kind of confused at some parts. I kind of forgot what happened in City of Glass and they weren't really clear on what happened in previous books. I read the other books over two years ago. I wouldn't have minded a little recap. I didn't understand where the letter fits into the story. I wish they explained how all of a sudden Clary and Jace were fighting when the night before they were fine. Everything seemed rushed. This sounds like a bad review, but it's not! I loved the alley scene ;) The book was so funny. Humour is amazing. Ending was a cliffy! Gr! Can't wait to buy the next book!
Date published: 2011-05-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from There's still potential City of Fallen Angels is the 4th book in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. I received the book from the very generous Simon & Schuster Canada. There are many elements of this series that interest me. I find the idea of tattoo runes fascinating, especially because the use of a pen like instrument (the steele) is what really seems to separate the Nephilim from other trained warriors. The pen is mightier than the sword, is an interesting topic in a book about teens raised to fight demons. I enjoyed Simon`s struggle with his vampire instincts, and the understanding that accepting our nature is the best way to control it. Simon is really the most interesting person in this book, and there`s a little less about Jace and Clary`s drama. Which is a good thing because I still find their relationship to be icky. In fact, I think most relationships in this series are pretty unhealthy. This is a problem I have with a lot of books for teens; stalking your girlfriend because you are afraid that if you actually talk to her you will hurt her is creepy, weird and not a good example of love. Ever since Twilight this has been a trend, the brooding guy who follows the girl `to protect her`. At least in this novel Simon points out the creepiness of it all, and Clary gets mad at Jace (although not mad enough if you ask me). I don`t really like that Jewish/Christian mythology is becoming quite so prominent in the series. It reminds me of the show Supernatural that I loved when it was two demon hunters fighting beasts from urban legends, but got annoyed with when the Heaven vs Hell battle got full blown with Lucifer and everything. I think a touch of mythology from religion makes things interesting but I`m not sure I like how far Clare takes it. I enjoyed the book overall, but it didn`t have the same edgy sarcasm that was so delightful earlier in the series. I`ll keep reading, but I hope Clare steps it up in the next book, doesn`t just draw everything out. Enough with the Jace being bad for Clary but perfect at the same time. That`s been done. Maybe focus on Magnus and Alec??
Date published: 2011-04-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing I thought this book was amazing. Although it ended well with the 3rd book and she really didnt need to make a 4th, im so glad that Clare decided to make a 4th one, because i forgot how much I love the characters in this series. The thing I hate most about good books is that they end when you just want them to keep going and going... and the fact that Clare left the ending of the book on possibly one of the biggest cliff hangers ever, and regardless of the fact that im going to have to wait another 6 months to get the 5th book (which by the way happens to piss me off) I still loved reading this book and I think it was money well spent, I seriously cant wait for the next book to see how things play out
Date published: 2011-04-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing book! I thought now that the triogy was over the series was screwed, but this is an amazing book! Loved it.
Date published: 2011-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hard to put down!! Keeping true to Cassandra Clare's writing style, you're always left salivating for the next book to find out what happens. Hard to put down. There's a couple of new characters that add to the intrigue too!! Real page turner.
Date published: 2011-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from "To Love is to Destroy"- Jace One of the most shocking quotes that I've ever heard yet this boy is probably one of my favorite characters ever. His sarcasm, hint of arrogance and love for Clary is probably why he is such a unique character. I absolutely enjoyed this novel in every aspect. The obstacles that Jace and Clary overcome to prove their love for one another is what draws me to this novel. Very beautifully written with realistic characters. Most definitely recommend this book! I can't wait for the next novel to come out!
Date published: 2011-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Nothing short of Amazing! “Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. The stakes are higher than ever in City of Fallen Angels” All our favorite characters are back--in the fourth installment in the Mortal Instrument series. City of Fallen Angels picks up shortly after City of Glass and instantly sucks you right back into the dark and dangerous shadowhunter world that we have grown to love. Told in alternate points of view, Clare not only masters the skill of engaging the reader, but her prose is interspersed with both humor and beauty by adding just the right amount of romance, action, anguish, subtle humor, character growth and plot twists that will keep readers completely engaged right up to the last page. For fans wondering if they’ll get to see any romantic moments between Jace & Clary-- fear not! Clare’s got plenty for you to savor. It was also refreshing to see a new dynamic between the pair, take a surprising and mature turn that drives the action towards its eventual climax. It’s this impressive display of maturity and depth of the all the characters that helps set City of Fallen Angels apart from the earlier books. Besides all the great interaction between these characters, Clare has put together an exciting new plot, with a mysterious and frightening new antagonist. Reading City of Fallen Angels is like peeling back layers of a mystery — and with two books still ahead, I feel as if I’ve only just cracked the surface of what’s to come. Clare writes in such a way that it’s impossible to put this book down!I This book is nothing short of amazing, and is a must-have for any fan of The Mortal Instruments series!
Date published: 2011-04-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good I did enjoy this book a lot since I am a big fan of the series and I thought the character development was great but I did feel like the storyline was just there so they could make another book, everything that happened felt a little forced to me but obviously that is easy to look past..
Date published: 2011-04-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from What a cliffhanger! I've been hearing that a lot people didn't like this book or the ending. I don't really understand why, because I thought it was brilliant. Yes, the story took a little bit of time to take off and there were times that I wanted to strangle Jace for being so friggin' stubborn, but for the most part, I loved it. I thought Clary was finally coming into her own. She's always been a strong character, but she seems to finally be able to defend herself in this book. Jace was just as sarcastic and hilarious as ever and I really liked how much we got to read from Simon's point of view. All in all, I thought this was great. It's not as good as the first three, but it has a wicked cliffhanger at the end. Can't wait for the next one.
Date published: 2011-04-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Good While I think that the story could have definitely ended with City of Glass, I wasn't disappointed with City of Fallen Angels. I quite enjoyed how Simon became a central character, but Clary and Jace were also very present in the story. I enjoyed seeing Jace in a bit of a different, darker role. Overall not a bad story. I look forward to see what the next book holds.
Date published: 2011-04-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Simon-centric, Simon-tastic! I have to say that I really enjoyed the shift in focus from Jace and Clary to Simon. It was refreshing to step away from the tension in that tumultuous relationship every once in a while and follow someone new. As always, I really enjoyed the edge of your seat, fast-paced style that Clare writes with, though I am frustrated by the conclusion of the novel! It's going to be a long wait!
Date published: 2011-04-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love love love! City of Fallen Angels is very different in a way, compared to the previous books. For one, it takes place entirely in New York city, a bundling place that never seems to sleep, lights always burning bright. There's no Idris or travelling (with one minor exception). They are literally in a city of glass. While Clary and Jace are of course a major point of the story, we also get Simon's perspective, and wow, we really get a glimpse on how tough his life really is. He's a vampire with no allegiances, wanted or despised by many, hiding his nature from his suspicious mother, balancing two girlfriends, and mostly he hates what he's become. I felt for the poor guy, especially when he would contemplate his future; never aging as the ones he loved did. It was so tragic really. I can only hope Simon's story will end well, he deserves a break. We get a couple new characters: someone from a characters past, someone else from a character's past before that (and a familiar one at that!), and someone waaaaaay from the past before that. Like, ancient. Scary too. That's all I'll say, because what's new is very exciting! Then there was Clary and Jace. Wow. Their romance has got to be one of the most, if not the most, intense, breathless, heated ones I've ever read. They're not overly sexual or anything like that but their desire and love for each other is captured so perfectly on the page, I couldn't help but sigh or giggle like a schoolgirl at them. Their devotion to each other has its price though, and the time has come to pay up, as Cassandra brings in a plot device that I vaguely picked up on, but never would have imagined the complexity that went into it. There are several story lines going on throughout the book but they all converge smoothly, giving you different points to witness the goings on, to the big showdown. And boy, it ends with a major revelation that is sure to throw a wrench, if not a sledgehammer, into the plans for the next book. Lastly I just want to mention Cassandra Clare's writing. There are some books that can really draw you into the page and the words, and this series is one of them. Her writing is so imaginative and so clear and...beautiful really, her descriptions really paint a picture in your mind. And her characters and their interactions are always so amusing. Jace and Simon can banter like little girls, all the guys can really, and I laughed out loud several times. They can so easily joke and poke fun at themselves and each other but at the same time they can be so serious about what's going on, and you feel that and it makes you love the characters even more. You can also see my review here: http://allofeverythingforyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/review-city-of-fallen-angels-by.html
Date published: 2011-04-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Shes done it again! (: Ms, Clare is a fabulous writer. i honestly did not expect much from her fourth book because her ending to the city of glass was so well written! but i was excited for the release of this book because of jace ( i loooove jace + clary) at 1st, the chatper was a little slow, but as i got more into it, WOW. there is so much foreshadowing that the readers wouldn't even expect it. the plot trigger was amazing, and it was so well written to the point, that when a major event happened, i was so amazed at how i didnt see this coming in the 1st place! miss clare will NOT disappoint you, the book isnt what you may think or expect. her work is the true meaning of " dont judge a book by it's cover" but in her case i sappose itd be "dont judge a continuous series". i am so impressed by her work, that i suggest to all her fans to read her other serie, the infernal devices ( for those who have not yet read the 1st book). readers of both series will make alot of connections between the storys. im so impressed by canassandra's work, really amazing! ( p.s. there are rumors that major character(s) from the infernal devices will appear in the 5th and 6th book of the mortal insurtments. so the connections between the 2 series will help alot (: )
Date published: 2011-04-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Oh my. :) *Possible spoilers* ------------------------------- Alright, well, I LOVED this book. Until I got to the end. The whole story is so good! Cassandra brought a lot more of the other carachters, which was awesome because they're so interesting. I think it took her a while to actually get to the point of the book, but oh well. Anyways, back to the END of the book. I hate cliffhangers. Especially this one. Because it made Jace kind of the bad guy ! And, during this whole series, I've been obsessed with him and Clary being together. Even when they were 'brother and sister'. But now it's like...what's gonna happen? Before, I always kind of had an idea, now I have NO clue. AND I have to wait at least a year and a half until the next one comes out, which is disapointing.
Date published: 2011-04-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from If you hate cliffhangers... Don't read the book until December 2011 I'm a great fan of this series and realistically I knew they (author/publishers) were stretching the story further than it needed to go however I wasn't ready to let the characters go just yet. Firstly, I liked that the story centered more on Simon. Secondly, I enjoyed the fact that the author was developing relationships without loosing the action that I loved in the first three books. This book seemed like a fitting end for the characters that I love....and then came the last three pages! I feel as hopeless as Jace! By the last word I had lost my faith in Jace and love even if Clary hadn't. I'm hoping that Clare will restore my hope and faith in the next book...I just can't believe that I have to wait until January!
Date published: 2011-04-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AHHHH!!!! THE MOST FRUSTRATING END EVER!!!!!!!!! I'm stuck waiting until January 5th 2012 to find out what happens..... :(
Date published: 2011-04-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WHY??!!!!! A fantastic book but the most FRUSTRATING ENDING EVER. And now begins the insanely long wait for the next book.
Date published: 2011-04-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Why has this book got a four out of five rating if it's not being released for five months? As much as I loved the first three books in this series and was quite happy to give them high ratings and praise, I am still stymied as to why a book that won't even be released for five more months has a four out of five maple leaf rating. I do understand that, hyperbolically speaking, some readers might be more excited than they've ever been in their entire lives that the fourth book in this undoubtedly enjoyable series is coming out. I do understand that having read and enjoyed the first three books in the series, some might anticipate, perhaps over-enthusiastically, that they will love the fourth (I expect, based on past experience, that I most likely will). However, that does not justify rating an unreleased, never mind, unread book, on that basis, and doing so is one of the reasons that some take either Y/A lit, or certain reader groups, with less seriousness than they might otherwise deserve. It is all well and good to be excited about a book coming out, particularly based on previous books in a series, or by a well-loved author. But it doesn't necessarily lend weight to either the appearance of the books or their readers' to rate a book based solely on hysteria, or to 'find helpful' the fact that a fellow lover of the series is hysterically excited about a book's not-even-close-to-imminent release (though perhaps if this were a Melanie Rawn book, five months might appear imminent given that it sometimes takes her over 10 years to put out the next book in her series'... Patricia Kennealy can be even worse... imagine reading the first two books in a series when you're 13 and having to wait until you're 25 to read the next... just for perspective's sake). In any case, it might be more helpful to readers not familiar with Clare's work, to wait until the book has been released and the 'reviewer' has actually read it, to start posting reviews and ratings, in that serious readers are much more likely to take a book, its author, and review of it more seriously if they are actually based on the book, never mind actually considering the genre and reader group themselves, as a whole, with more gravity. Hysteria and hyperbole don't help potential readers make informed decisions about future reads and are more likely to drive those who want to read books of a certain quality, Y/A or otherwise, running in the other direction, as fast as they would if they found themselves in the midst of a group of people of a certain age, hysterically shrieking and jumping up and down. This is a wonderful series. I'm very much looking forward to the fourth and final book in the series, which is due out in April. If it is as good as the first three in this series, and her other book, Clockwork Angel, the first in her second series, then it promises to be a wonderful conclusion to a well-conceived and executed series in well-drawn supernatural world hidden behind the everyday. As such, I look forward to being able to write a review of a praiseworthy book that rates a 4 or 5 out of 5 ranking, but until it actually exists in my world and I can read it, all I can do is look forward to it, and try to not scare off potential readers who aren't familiar with the books or the author's talent, by metaphorically jumping up and down, screaming hysterically, or drive off those who see a not-yet-released book with a rating that it can't possibly have earned on its own merits and who therefore avoid it based on cynicism and past experience that says, "run the other way..." For those not familiar with this series or Clare's writing, don't run the other way. See her other books, starting with City of Bones and Clockwork Angel. They are quite wonderful. NB: I HAD TO give this book a rating out of five in order to publish this 'review', and gave it the average so that my 'review' wouldn't have an effect one way or another, on the rating that was already there... another reason why, IMHO, we shouldn't be able to publish reviews or rate books that haven't been released yet.... It's disingenuous and people who read these "pre-reviews" know that, and judge the books on the basis of 'reviewers' who would rate a book before they could possibly have read it, and their 'reviews' - that is, they don't take either seriously.
Date published: 2010-11-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Beyond Excitement!! I have never been so excited for anyhting in my life!! i am counting down the day untill i have this book... and yet, im not sure what this book could possibly be about , all of the conflicts seemd solved by the end of City of Glass...
Date published: 2010-11-06

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City of Fallen Angels 1 THE MASTER “Just coffee, please.” The waitress raised her penciled eyebrows. “You don’t want anything to eat?” she asked. Her accent was thick, her attitude disappointed. Simon Lewis couldn’t blame her; she’d probably been hoping for a better tip than the one she was going to get on a single cup of coffee. But it wasn’t his fault vampires didn’t eat. Sometimes, in restaurants, he ordered food anyway, just to preserve the appearance of normalcy, but late Tuesday night, when Veselka was almost empty of other customers, it didn’t seem worth the bother. “Just the coffee.” With a shrug the waitress took his laminated menu and went to put his order in. Simon sat back against the hard plastic diner chair and looked around. Veselka, a diner on the corner of Ninth Street and Second Avenue, was one of his favorite places on the Lower East Side—an old neighborhood eatery papered with black-and-white murals, where they let you sit all day as long as you ordered coffee at half-hour intervals. They also served what had once been his favorite vegetarian pierogi and borscht, but those days were behind him now. It was mid-October, and they’d just put their Halloween decorations up—a wobbly sign that said TRICK-OR-BORSCHT! and a fake cardboard cutout vampire nicknamed Count Blintzula. Once upon a time Simon and Clary had found the cheesy holiday decorations hilarious, but the Count, with his fake fangs and black cape, didn’t strike Simon as quite so funny anymore. Simon glanced toward the window. It was a brisk night, and the wind was blowing leaves across Second Avenue like handfuls of thrown confetti. There was a girl walking down the street, a girl in a tight belted trench coat, with long black hair that flew in the wind. People turned to watch her as she walked past. Simon had looked at girls like that before in the past, idly wondering where they were going, who they were meeting. Not guys like him, he knew that much. Except this one was. The bell on the diner’s front door rang as the door opened, and Isabelle Lightwood came in. She smiled when she saw Simon, and came toward him, shrugging off her coat and draping it over the back of the chair before she sat down. Under the coat she was wearing one of what Clary called her “typical Isabelle outfits”: a tight short velvet dress, fishnet stockings, and boots. There was a knife stuck into the top of her left boot that Simon knew only he could see; still, everyone in the diner was watching as she sat down, flinging her hair back. Whatever she was wearing, Isabelle drew attention like a fireworks display. Beautiful Isabelle Lightwood. When Simon had met her, he’d assumed she’d have no time for a guy like him. He’d turned out to be mostly right. Isabelle liked boys her parents disapproved of, and in her universe that meant Downworlders—faeries, werewolves, and vamps. That they’d been dating regularly for the past month or two amazed him, even if their relationship was limited mostly to infrequent meetings like this one. And even if he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d never been changed into a vampire, if his whole life hadn’t been altered in that moment, would they be dating at all? She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her smile brilliant. “You look nice.” Simon cast a glance at himself in the reflective surface of the diner window. Isabelle’s influence was clear in the changes in his appearance since they’d been dating. She’d forced him to ditch his hoodies in favor of leather jackets, and his sneakers in favor of designer boots. Which, incidentally, cost three hundred dollars a pair. He was still wearing his characteristic word shirts—this one said EXISTENTIALISTS DO IT POINTLESSLY—but his jeans no longer had holes in the knees and torn pockets. He’d also grown his hair long so that it fell in his eyes now, covering his forehead, but that was more necessity than Isabelle. Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon’s love life borderline hilarious. She couldn’t believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn’t believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to be a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn’t believe that Simon hadn’t yet told either of them about the other. Simon wasn’t really sure how it had happened. Maia liked to come to his house and use his Xbox—they didn’t have one at the abandoned police station where the werewolf pack lived—and it wasn’t until the third or fourth time she’d come over that she’d leaned over and kissed him good-bye before she’d left. He’d been pleased, and then had called up Clary to ask her if he needed to tell Isabelle. “Figure out what’s going on with you and Isabelle,” she said. “Then tell her.” This had turned out to be bad advice. It had been a month, and he still wasn’t sure what was going on with him and Isabelle, so he hadn’t said anything. And the more time that passed, the more awkward the idea of saying something grew. So far he’d made it work. Isabelle and Maia weren’t really friends, and rarely saw each other. Unfortunately for him, that was about to change. Clary’s mother and her longtime friend, Luke, were getting married in a few weeks, and both Isabelle and Maia were invited to the wedding, a prospect Simon found more terrifying than the idea of being chased through the streets of New York by an angry mob of vampire hunters. “So,” Isabelle said, snapping him out of his reverie. “Why here and not Taki’s? They’d serve you blood there.” Simon winced at her volume. Isabelle was nothing if not unsubtle. Fortunately, no one seemed to be listening in, not even the waitress who returned, banged down a cup of coffee in front of Simon, eyed Izzy, and left without taking her order. “I like it here,” he said. “Clary and I used to come here back when she was taking classes at Tisch. They have great borscht and blintzes—they’re like sweet cheese dumplings—plus it’s open all night.” Isabelle, however, was ignoring him. She was staring past his shoulder. “What is that?” Simon followed her glance. “That’s Count Blintzula.” “Count Blintzula?” Simon shrugged. “It’s a Halloween decoration. Count Blintzula is for kids. It’s like Count Chocula, or the Count on Sesame Street.” He grinned at her blank look. “You know. He teaches kids how to count.” Isabelle was shaking her head. “There’s a TV show where children are taught how to count by a vampire?” “It would make sense if you’d seen it,” Simon muttered. “There is some mythological basis for such a construction,” Isabelle said, lapsing into lecturey Shadowhunter mode. “Some legends do assert that vampires are obsessed with counting, and that if you spill grains of rice in front of them, they’ll have to stop what they’re doing and count each one. There’s no truth in it, of course, any more than that business about garlic. And vampires have no business teaching children. Vampires are terrifying.” “Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .’” There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.” “What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .’” “Shh.” Isabelle finished knotting her scarf around her throat and leaned forward, putting her hand on Simon’s wrist. Her big dark eyes were alive suddenly, the way they only ever came alive when she was either hunting demons or thinking about hunting demons. “Look over there.” Simon followed her gaze. There were two men standing over by the glass-fronted case that held bakery items: thickly frosted cakes, plates of rugelach, and cream-filled Danishes. Neither of the men looked as if they were interested in food, though. Both were short and painfully gaunt, so much so that their cheekbones jutted from their colorless faces like knives. Both had thin gray hair and pale gray eyes, and wore belted slate-colored coats that reached the floor. “Now,” Isabelle said, “what do you suppose they are?” Simon squinted at them. They both stared back at him, their lashless eyes like empty holes. “They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes.” “They’re human subjugates,” Isabelle hissed. “They belong to a vampire.” “‘Belong’ as in . . .?” She made an impatient noise. “By the Angel, you don’t know anything about your kind, do you? Do you even really know how vampires are made?” “Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much . . .” Isabelle made a face at him. “Fine, you know that vampires don’t need to have sex to reproduce, but I bet you don’t really know how it works.” “I do too,” said Simon. “I’m a vampire because I drank some of Raphael’s blood before I died. Drinking blood plus death equals vampire.” “Not exactly,” said Isabelle. “You’re a vampire because you drank some of Raphael’s blood, and then you were bitten by other vampires, and then you died. You need to be bitten at some point during the process.” “Why?” “Vampire saliva has . . . properties. Transformative properties.” “Yech,” said Simon. “Don’t ‘yech’ me. You’re the one with the magical spit. Vampires keep humans around and feed on them when they’re short on blood—like walking snack machines.” Izzy spoke with distaste. “You’d think they’d be weak from blood loss all the time, but vampire saliva actually has healing properties. It increases their red blood cell count, makes them stronger and healthier, and makes them live longer. That’s why it’s not against the Law for a vampire to feed on a human. It doesn’t really hurt them. Of course every once in a while the vampire will decide it wants more than a snack, it wants a subjugate—and then it will start feeding its bitten human small amounts of vampire blood, just to keep it docile, to keep it connected to its master. Subjugates worship their masters, and love serving them. All they want is to be near them. Like you were when you went back to the Dumont. You were drawn back to the vampire whose blood you had consumed.” “Raphael,” Simon said, his voice bleak. “I don’t feel a burning urge to be with him these days, let me tell you.” “No, it goes away when you become a full vampire. It’s only the subjugates who worship their sires and can’t disobey them. Don’t you see? When you went back to the Dumont, Raphael’s clan drained you, and you died, and then you became a vampire. But if they hadn’t drained you, if they’d given you more vampire blood instead, you would eventually have become a subjugate.” “That’s all very interesting,” Simon said. “But it doesn’t explain why they’re staring at us.” Isabelle glanced back at them. “They’re staring at you. Maybe their master died and they’re looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets.” She grinned. “Or,” Simon said, “maybe they’re here for the hash browns.” “Human subjugates don’t eat food. They live on a mix of vampire blood and animal blood. It keeps them in a state of suspended animation. They’re not immortal, but they age very slowly.” “Sadly,” Simon said, eyeing them, “they don’t seem to keep their looks.” Isabelle sat up straight. “And they’re on their way over here. I guess we’ll find out what they want.” The human subjugates moved as if they were on wheels. They didn’t appear to be taking steps so much as gliding forward soundlessly. It took them only seconds to cross the restaurant; by the time they neared Simon’s table, Isabelle had whipped the sharp stiletto-like dagger out of the top of her boot. It lay across the table, gleaming in the diner’s fluorescent lights. It was a dark, heavy silver, with crosses burned into both sides of the hilt. Most vampire-repelling weapons seemed to sport crosses, on the assumption, Simon thought, that most vampires were Christian. Who knew that following a minority religion could be so advantageous? “That’s close enough,” Isabelle said, as the two subjugates paused beside the table, her fingers inches from the dagger. “State your business, you two.” “Shadowhunter.” The creature on the left spoke in a hissing whisper. “We did not know of you in this situation.” Isabelle raised a delicate eyebrow. “And what situation would that be?” The second subjugate pointed a long gray finger at Simon. The nail on the end of it was yellowed and sharp. “We have dealings with the Daylighter.” “No, you don’t,” Simon said. “I have no idea who you are. Never seen you before.” “I am Mr. Walker,” said the first creature. “Beside me is Mr. Archer. We serve the most powerful vampire in New York City. The head of the greatest Manhattan clan.” “Raphael Santiago,” said Isabelle. “In that case you must know that Simon isn’t a part of any clan. He’s a free agent.” Mr. Walker smiled a thin smile. “My master was hoping that was a situation that could be altered.” Simon met Isabelle’s eyes across the table. She shrugged. “Didn’t Raphael tell you he wanted you to stay away from the clan?” “Maybe he’s changed his mind,” Simon suggested. “You know how he is. Moody. Fickle.” “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t really seen him since that time I threatened to kill him with a candelabra. He took it well, though. Didn’t flinch.” “Fantastic,” Simon said. The two subjugates were staring at him. Their eyes were a pale whitish gray color, like dirty snow. “If Raphael wants me in the clan, it’s because he wants something from me. You might as well tell me what it is.” “We are not privy to our master’s plans,” said Mr. Archer in a haughty tone. “No dice, then,” said Simon. “I won’t go.” “If you do not wish to come with us, we are authorized to use force to bring you.” The dagger seemed to leap into Isabelle’s hand; or at least, she barely seemed to move, and yet she was holding it. She twirled it lightly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mr. Archer bared his teeth at her. “Since when have the Angel’s children become the bodyguards for rogue Downworlders? I would have thought you above this sort of business, Isabelle Lightwood.” “I’m not his bodyguard,” said Isabelle. “I’m his girlfriend. Which gives me the right to kick your ass if you bother him. That’s how it works.” Girlfriend? Simon was startled enough to look at her in surprise, but she was staring down the two subjugates, her dark eyes flashing. On the one hand he didn’t think Isabelle had ever referred to herself as his girlfriend before. On the other hand it was symptomatic of how strange his life had become that that was the thing that had startled him most tonight, rather than the fact that he had just been summoned to a meeting by the most powerful vampire in New York. “My master,” said Mr. Walker, in what he probably thought was a soothing tone, “has a proposition to put to the Daylighter—” “His name is Simon. Simon Lewis.” “To put to Mr. Lewis. I can promise you that Mr. Lewis will find it most advantageous if he is willing to accompany us and hear my master out. I swear on my master’s honor that no harm will come to you, Daylighter, and that should you wish to refuse my master’s offer, you will have the free choice to do so.” My master, my master. Mr. Walker spoke the words with a mixture of adoration and awe. Simon shuddered a little inwardly. How horrible to be so bound to someone else, and to have no real will of your own. Isabelle was shaking her head; she mouthed “no” at Simon. She was probably right, he thought. Isabelle was an excellent Shadowhunter. She’d been hunting demons and lawbreaking Downworlders—rogue vampires, black-magic-practicing warlocks, werewolves who’d run wild and eaten someone—since she was twelve years old, and was probably better at what she did than any other Shadowhunter her age, with the exception of her brother Jace. And there had been Sebastian, Simon thought, who had been better than them both. But he was dead. “All right,” he said. “I’ll go.” Isabelle’s eyes rounded. “Simon!” Both subjugates rubbed their hands together, like villains in a comic book. The gesture itself wasn’t what was creepy, really; it was that they did it exactly at the same time and in the same way, as if they were puppets whose strings were being yanked in unison. “Excellent,” said Mr. Archer. Isabelle banged the knife down on the table with a clatter and leaned forward, her shining dark hair brushing the tabletop. “Simon,” she said in an urgent whisper. “Don’t be stupid. There’s no reason for you to go with them. And Raphael’s a jerk.” “Raphael’s a master vampire,” said Simon. “His blood made me a vampire. He’s my—whatever they call it.” “Sire, maker, begetter—there are a million names for what he did,” Isabelle said distractedly. “And maybe his blood made you a vampire. But it didn’t make you a Daylighter.” Her eyes met his across the table. Jace made you a Daylighter. But she would never say it out loud; there were only a few of them who knew the truth, the whole story behind what Jace was, and what Simon was because of it. “You don’t have to do what he says.” “Of course I don’t,” Simon said, lowering his voice. “But if I refuse to go, do you think Raphael is just going to drop it? He won’t. They’ll keep coming after me.” He snuck a glance sideways at the subjugates; they looked as if they agreed, though he might have been imagining it. “They’ll bug me everywhere. When I’m out, at school, at Clary’s—” “And what? Clary can’t handle it?” Isabelle threw up her hands. “Fine. At least let me go with you.” “Certainly not,” cut in Mr. Archer. “This is not a matter for Shadowhunters. This is the business of the Night Children.” “I will not—” “The Law gives us the right to conduct our business in private.” Mr. Walker spoke stiffly. “With our own kind.” Simon looked at them. “Give us a moment, please,” he said. “I want to talk to Isabelle.” There was a moment of silence. Around them the life of the diner went on. The place was getting its late-night rush as the movie theater down the block let out, and waitresses were hurrying by, carrying steaming plates of food to customers; couples laughed and chattered at nearby tables; cooks shouted orders to each other behind the counter. No one looked at them or acknowledged that anything odd was going on. Simon was used to glamours by now, but he couldn’t help the feeling sometimes, when he was with Isabelle, that he was trapped behind an invisible glass wall, cut off from the rest of humanity and the daily round of its affairs. “Very well,” said Mr. Walker, stepping back. “But my master does not like to be kept waiting.” They retreated toward the door, apparently unaffected by the blasts of cold air whenever someone went in or out, and stood there like statues. Simon turned to Isabelle. “It’s all right,” he said. “They won’t hurt me. They can’t hurt me. Raphael knows all about . . .” He gestured uncomfortably toward his forehead. “This.” Isabelle reached across the table and pushed his hair back, her touch more clinical than gentle. She was frowning. Simon had looked at the Mark enough times himself, in the mirror, to know well what it looked like. As if someone had taken a thin paintbrush and drawn a simple design on his forehead, just above and between his eyes. The shape of it seemed to change sometimes, like the moving images found in clouds, but it was always clear and black and somehow dangerous-looking, like a warning sign scrawled in another language. “It really . . . works?” she whispered. “Raphael thinks it works,” said Simon. “And I have no reason to think it doesn’t.” He caught her wrist and drew it away from his face. “I’ll be all right, Isabelle.” She sighed. “Every bit of my training says this isn’t a good idea.” Simon squeezed her fingers. “Come on. You’re curious about what Raphael wants, aren’t you?” Isabelle patted his hand and sat back. “Tell me all about it when you get back. Call me first.” “I will.” Simon stood, zipping up his jacket. “And do me a favor, will you? Two favors, actually.” She looked at him with guarded amusement. “What?” “Clary said she’d be training over at the Institute tonight. If you run into her, don’t tell her where I went. She’ll worry for no reason.” Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Second favor?” Simon leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Try the borscht before you leave. It’s fantastic.” Mr. Walker and Mr. Archer were not the most talkative of companions. They led Simon silently through the streets of the Lower East Side, keeping several steps ahead of him with their odd gliding pace. It was getting late, but the city sidewalks were full of people—getting off a late shift, hurrying home from dinner, heads down, collars turned up against the stiff cold wind. At St. Mark’s Place there were card tables set up along the curb, selling everything from cheap socks to pencil sketches of New York to smoky sandalwood incense. Leaves rattled across the pavement like dried bones. The air smelled like car exhaust mixed with sandalwood, and underneath that, the smell of human beings—skin and blood. Simon’s stomach tightened. He tried to keep enough bottles of animal blood in his room—he had a small refrigerator at the back of his closet now, where his mother wouldn’t see it—to keep himself from ever getting hungry. The blood was disgusting. He’d thought he’d get used to it, even start wanting it, but though it killed his hunger pangs, there was nothing about it that he enjoyed the way he’d once enjoyed chocolate or vegetarian burritos or coffee ice cream. It remained blood. But being hungry was worse. Being hungry meant that he could smell things he didn’t want to smell—salt on skin; the overripe, sweet smell of blood exuding from the pores of strangers. It made him feel hungry and twisted up and utterly wrong. Hunching over, he jammed his fists into the pockets of his jacket and tried to breathe through his mouth. They turned right onto Third Avenue, and paused in front of a restaurant whose sign said CLOISTER CAFÉ. GARDEN OPEN ALL YEAR. Simon blinked up at the sign. “What are we doing here?” “This is the meeting place our master has chosen.” Mr. Walker’s tone was bland. “Huh.” Simon was puzzled. “I would have thought Raphael’s style was more, you know, arranging meetings on top of an unconsecrated cathedral, or down in some crypt full of bones. He never struck me as the trendy restaurant type.” Both subjugates stared at him. “Is there a problem, Daylighter?” asked Mr. Archer finally. Simon felt obscurely scolded. “No. No problem.” The interior of the restaurant was dark, with a marble-topped bar running along one wall. No servers or waitstaff approached them as they made their way through the room to a door in the back, and through the door into the garden. Many New York restaurants had garden terraces; few were open this late into the year. This one was in a courtyard between several buildings. The walls had been painted with trompe l’oeil murals showing Italian gardens full of flowers. The trees, their leaves turned gold and russet with the fall, were strung with chains of white lights, and heat lamps scattered between the tables gave off a reddish glow. A small fountain splashed musically in the center of the yard. Only one table was occupied, and not by Raphael. A slim woman in a wide-brimmed hat sat at a table close to the wall. As Simon watched in puzzlement, she raised a hand and waved at him. He turned and looked behind him; there was, of course, no one there. Walker and Archer had started moving again; bemused, Simon followed them as they crossed the courtyard and stopped a few feet from where the woman sat. Walker bowed deeply. “Master,” he said. The woman smiled. “Walker,” she said. “And Archer. Very good. Thank you for bringing Simon to me.” “Wait a second.” Simon looked from the woman to the two subjugates and back again. “You’re not Raphael.” “Dear me, no.” The woman removed her hat. An enormous quantity of silvery blond hair, brilliant in the Christmas lights, spilled down over her shoulders. Her face was smooth and white and oval, very beautiful, dominated by enormous pale green eyes. She wore long black gloves, a black silk blouse and pencil skirt, and a black scarf tied around her throat. It was impossible to tell her age—or at least what age she might have been when she’d been Turned into a vampire. “I am Camille Belcourt. Enchanted to meet you.” She held out a black-gloved hand. “I was told I was meeting Raphael Santiago here,” said Simon, not reaching to take it. “Do you work for him?” Camille Belcourt laughed like a rippling fountain. “Most certainly not! Though once upon a time he worked for me.” And Simon remembered. I thought the head vampire was someone else, he had said to Raphael once, in Idris, it felt like forever ago. Camille has not yet returned to us, Raphael had replied. I lead in her stead. “You’re the head vampire,” Simon said. “Of the Manhattan clan.” He turned back to the subjugates. “You tricked me. You told me I was meeting Raphael.” “I said you were meeting our master,” said Mr. Walker. His eyes were vast and empty, so empty that Simon wondered if they had even meant to mislead him, or if they were simply programmed like robots to say whatever their master had told them to say, and were unaware of deviations from the script. “And here she is.” “Indeed.” Camille flashed a brilliant smile toward her subjugates. “Please leave us, Walker, Archer. I need to speak to Simon alone.” There was something about the way she said it—both his name, and the word “alone”—that was like a secret caress. The subjugates bowed and withdrew. As Mr. Archer turned to walk away, Simon caught sight of a mark on the side of his throat, a deep bruise, so dark it looked like paint, with two darker spots inside it. The darker spots were punctures, ringed with dry, ragged flesh. Simon felt a quiet shudder pass through him. “Please,” said Camille, and patted the seat beside her. “Sit. Would you like some wine?” Simon sat, perching uncomfortably on the edge of the hard metal chair. “I don’t really drink.” “Of course,” she said, all sympathy. “You’re barely a fledgling, aren’t you? Don’t worry too much. Over time you will train yourself to be able to consume wine and other beverages. Some of the oldest of our kind can consume human food with few ill effects.” Few ill effects? Simon didn’t like the sound of that. “Is this going to take a long time?” he inquired, gazing pointedly down at his cell phone, which told him the time was after ten thirty. “I have to get home.” Camille took a sip of her wine. “You do? And why is that?” Because my mom is waiting up for me. Okay, there was no reason this woman needed to know that. “You interrupted my date,” he said. “I was just wondering what was so important.” “You still live with your mother, don’t you?” she said, setting her glass down. “Rather odd, isn’t it, a powerful vampire like yourself refusing to leave home, to join with a clan?” “So you interrupted my date to make fun of me for still living with my parents. Couldn’t you have done that on a night I didn’t have a date? That’s most nights, in case you’re curious.” “I’m not mocking you, Simon.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip as if tasting the wine she had just drunk. “I want to know why you haven’t become part of Raphael’s clan.” Which is the same as your clan, isn’t it? “I got the strong feeling he didn’t want me to be part of it,” Simon said. “He pretty much said he’d leave me alone if I left him alone. So I’ve left him alone.” “Have you.” Her green eyes glowed. “I never wanted to be a vampire,” Simon said, half-wondering why he was telling these things to this strange woman. “I wanted a normal life. When I found out I was a Daylighter, I thought I could have one. Or at least some approximation of one. I can go to school, I can live at home, I can see my mom and sister—” “As long as you don’t ever eat in front of them,” said Camille. “As long as you hide your need for blood. You have never fed on someone purely human, have you? Just bagged blood. Stale. Animal.” She wrinkled her nose. Simon thought of Jace, and pushed the thought hastily away. Jace was not precisely human. “No, I haven’t.” “You will. And when you do, you will not forget it.” She leaned forward, and her pale hair brushed across his hand. “You cannot hide your true self forever.” “What teenager doesn’t lie to their parents?” Simon said. “Anyway, I don’t see why you care. In fact, I’m still not sure why I’m here.” Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed. “Will you let me see it?” Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. “See what?” She smiled. “The Mark, silly boy. The Mark of the Wanderer.” Simon opened his mouth, then closed it again. How does she know? Very few people knew of the Mark that Clary had put on him in Idris. Raphael had indicated it was a matter for deadly secrecy, and Simon had treated it as such. But Camille’s eyes were very green and steady, and for some reason he wanted to do what she wanted him to do. It was something about the way she looked at him, something in the music of her voice. He reached up and pushed his hair aside, baring his forehead for her inspection. Her eyes widened, her lips parting. Lightly she touched her fingers to her throat, as if checking the nonexistent pulse there. “Oh,” she said. “How lucky you are, Simon. How fortunate.” “It’s a curse,” he said. “Not a blessing. You know that, right?” Her eyes sparked. “‘And Cain said unto the Lord, My punishment is greater than I can bear.’ Is it more than you can bear, Simon?” Simon sat back, letting his hair fall back into place. “I can bear it.” “But you don’t want to.” She ran a gloved finger around the rim of her wineglass, her eyes still fixed on him. “What if I could offer you a way to turn what you regard as a curse into an advantage?” I’d say you’re finally getting to the reason you brought me here, which is a start. “I’m listening.” “You recognized my name when I told it to you,” Camille said. “Raphael has mentioned me before, has he not?” She had an accent, very faint, that Simon couldn’t quite place. “He said you were the head of the clan and he was just leading them while you were gone. Stepping in for you like—like a vice president or something.” “Ah.” She bit gently on her lower lip. “That is, in fact, not quite true. I would like to tell you the truth, Simon. I would like to make you an offer. But first I must have your word on something.” “And what’s that?” “That everything that passes between us this night, here, remains a secret. No one can know. Not your redheaded little friend, Clary. Not either of your lady friends. None of the Light-woods. No one.” Simon sat back. “And what if I don’t want to promise?” “Then you may leave, if you like,” she said. “But then you will never know what I wished to tell you. And that will be a loss you will regret.” “I’m curious,” Simon said. “But I’m not sure I’m that curious.” Her eyes held a little spark of surprise and amusement and perhaps, Simon thought, even a little respect. “Nothing I have to say to you concerns them. It will not affect their safety, or their well-being. The secrecy is for my own protection.” Simon looked at her suspiciously. Did she mean it? Vampires weren’t like faeries, who couldn’t lie. But he had to admit he was curious. “All right. I’ll keep your secret, unless I think something you say is putting my friends in danger. Then all bets are off.” Her smile was frosty; he could tell she didn’t like being disbelieved. “Very well,” she said. “I suppose I have little choice when I need your help so badly.” She leaned forward, one slim hand toying with the stem of her wineglass. “Until quite recently I led the Manhattan clan, happily. We had beautiful quarters in an old prewar building on the Upper West Side, not that rat hole of a hotel Santiago keeps my people in now. Santiago—Raphael, as you call him—was my second in command. My most loyal companion—or so I thought. One night I found out that he was murdering humans, driving them to that old hotel in Spanish Harlem and drinking their blood for his amusement. Leaving their bones in the Dumpster outside. Taking stupid risks, breaking Covenant Law.” She took a sip of wine. “When I went to confront him, I realized he had told the rest of the clan that I was the murderer, the lawbreaker. It was all a setup. He meant to kill me, so that he might seize power. I fled, with only Walker and Archer to keep me safe.” “So all this time he’s claimed he’s just leading until you return?” She made a face. “Santiago is an accomplished liar. He wishes me to return, that’s for certain—so he can murder me and take charge of the clan in earnest.” Simon wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear. He wasn’t used to adult women looking at him with big tear-filled eyes, or spilling out their life stories to him. “I’m sorry,” he said finally. She shrugged, a very expressive shrug that made him wonder if perhaps her accent was French. “It is in the past,” she said. “I have been hiding out in London all this time, looking for allies, biding my time. Then I heard about you.” She held up her hand. “I cannot tell you how; I am sworn to secrecy. But the moment I did, I realized that you were what I had been waiting for.” “I was? I am?” She leaned forward and touched his hand. “Raphael is afraid of you, Simon, as well he should be. You are one of his own, a vampire, but you cannot be harmed or killed; he cannot lift a finger against you without bringing down God’s wrath on his head.” There was a silence. Simon could hear the soft electrical hum of the Christmas lights overhead, the water splashing in the stone fountain in the center of the courtyard, the buzz and hum of the city. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “You said it.” “What was that, Simon?” “The word. The wrath of—” The word bit and burned in his mouth, just as it always did. “Yes. God.” She retracted her hand, but her eyes were warm. “There are many secrets of our kind, so many that I can tell you, show you. You will learn you are not damned.” “Ma’am—” “Camille. You must call me Camille.” “I still don’t understand what you want from me.” “Don’t you?” She shook her head, and her brilliant hair flew around her face. “I want you to join with me, Simon. Join with me against Santiago. We will walk together into his rat-infested hotel; the moment his followers see that you are with me, they will leave him and come to me. I believe they are loyal to me beneath their fear of him. Once they see us together, that fear will be gone, and they will come to our side. Man cannot contend with the divine.” “I don’t know,” Simon said. “In the Bible, Jacob wrestled an angel, and he won.” Camille looked at him with her eyebrows arched. Simon shrugged. “Hebrew school.” “‘And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for I have seen God face to face.’ You see, you are not the only one who knows your scripture.” Her narrow look was gone, and she was smiling. “You may not realize it, Daylighter, but as long as you bear that Mark, you are the avenging arm of heaven. No one can stand before you. Certainly not one vampire.” “Are you afraid of me?” Simon asked. He was almost instantly sorry he had. Her green eyes darkened like thunderclouds. “Me, afraid of you?” Then she collected herself, her face smoothing, her expression lightening. “Of course not,” she said. “You are an intelligent man. I am convinced you will see the wisdom of my proposal and join with me.” “And what exactly is your proposal? I mean, I understand the part where we face down Raphael, but after that? I don’t really hate Raphael, or want to get rid of him just to get rid of him. He leaves me alone. That’s all I ever wanted.” She folded her hands together in front of her. She wore a silver ring with a blue stone in it on her left middle finger, over the material of her glove. “You think that is what you want, Simon. You think Raphael is doing you a favor in leaving you alone, as you put it. In reality he is exiling you. Right now you think you do not need others of your kind. You are content with the friends you have—humans and Shadowhunters. You are content to hide bottles of blood in your room and lie to your mother about what you are.” “How did you—” She went on, ignoring him. “But what about in ten years, when you are supposed to be twenty-six? In twenty years? Thirty? Do you think no one will notice that as they age and change, you do not?” Simon said nothing. He didn’t want to admit he hadn’t thought ahead that far. That he didn’t want to think ahead that far. “Raphael has taught you that other vampires are poison to you. But it does not need to be that way. Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind. Others who understand. You befriend Shadowhunters, but you can never be of them. You will always be other and outside. With us you could belong.” As she leaned forward, white light sparked off her ring, stinging Simon’s eyes. “We have thousands of years of knowledge we could share with you, Simon. You could learn how to keep your secret; how to eat and drink, how to speak the name of God. Raphael has cruelly hidden this information from you, even led you to believe it doesn’t exist. It does. I can help you.” “If I help you first,” Simon said. She smiled, and her teeth were white and sharp. “We will help each other.” Simon leaned back. The iron chair was hard and uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt tired. Looking down at his hands, he could see that the veins had darkened, spidering across the backs of his knuckles. He needed blood. He needed to talk to Clary. He needed time to think. “I’ve shocked you,” she said. “I know. It is a great deal to take in. I would be happy to give you as much time as you needed to make up your mind about this, and about me. But we don’t have much time, Simon. While I remain in this city, I am in danger from Raphael and his cohorts.” “Cohorts?” Despite everything, Simon grinned slightly. Camille seemed baffled. “Yes?” “Well, it’s just . . . ‘Cohorts.’ It’s like saying ‘evildoers’ or ‘minions.’” She stared at him blankly. Simon sighed. “Sorry. You probably haven’t seen as many bad movies as I have.” Camille frowned faintly, a very fine line appearing between her brows. “I was told you would be slightly peculiar. Perhaps it is just that I don’t know many vampires of your generation. But that will be good for me, I feel, to be around someone so . . . young.” “New blood,” said Simon. At that she did smile. “Are you ready, then? To accept my offer? To begin to work together?” Simon looked up at the sky. The strings of white lights seemed to blot out the stars. “Look,” he said, “I appreciate your offer. I really do.” Crap, he thought. There had to be some way to say this without him sounding like he was turning down a date to the prom. I’m really, really flattered you asked, but . . . Camille, like Raphael, always spoke stiffly, formally, as if she were in a fairy tale. Maybe he could try that. He said, “I require some time to make my decision. I’m sure you understand.” Very delicately, she smiled, showing only the tips of her fangs. “Five days,” she said. “And no longer.” She held out her gloved hand to him. Something gleamed in her palm. It was a small glass vial, the size that might hold a perfume sample, only it appeared to be full of brownish powder. “Grave dirt,” she explained. “Smash this, and I will know you are summoning me. If you do not summon me within five days I will send Walker for your answer.” Simon took the vial and slipped it into his pocket. “And if the answer is no?” “Then I will be disappointed. But we will part friends.” She pushed her wineglass away. “Good-bye, Simon.” Simon stood up. The chair made a metallic squeaking sound as it dragged over the ground, too loud. He felt like he should say something else, but he had no idea what. For the moment, though, he seemed to be dismissed. He decided that he’d rather look like one of those weird modern vampires with bad manners than risk getting dragged back into the conversation. He left without saying anything else. On his way back through the restaurant, he passed Walker and Archer, who were standing by the big wooden bar, their shoulders hunched under their long gray coats. He felt the force of their glares on him as he walked by and wiggled his fingers at them—a gesture somewhere between a friendly wave and a kiss-off. Archer bared his teeth—flat human teeth—and stalked past him toward the garden, Walker on his heels. Simon watched as they took their places in chairs across from Camille; she didn’t look up as they seated themselves, but the white lights that had illuminated the garden went out suddenly—not one by one but all at the same time—leaving Simon staring at a disorienting square of darkness, as if someone had switched off the stars. By the time the waiters noticed and hurried outside to rectify the problem, flooding the garden with pale light once again, Camille and her human subjugates had vanished. Simon unlocked the front door of his house—one of a long chain of identical brick-fronted row houses that lined his Brooklyn block—and pushed it open slightly, listening hard. He had told his mother he was going out to practice with Eric and his other bandmates for a gig on Saturday. There had been a time when she simply would have believed him, and that would have been that; Elaine Lewis had always been a relaxed parent, never imposing a curfew on either Simon or his sister or insisting that they be home early on school nights. Simon was used to staying out until all hours with Clary, letting himself in with his key, and collapsing into bed at two in the morning, behavior that hadn’t excited much comment from his mother. Things were different now. He had been in Idris, the Shadowhunters’ home country, for almost two weeks. He had vanished from home, with no chance to offer an excuse or explanation. The warlock Magnus Bane had stepped in and performed a memory spell on Simon’s mother so that she now had no recollection that he had been missing at all. Or at least, no conscious recollection. Her behavior had changed, though. She was suspicious now, hovering, always watching him, insisting he be home at certain times. The last time he had come home from a date with Maia, he had found Elaine in the foyer, sitting in a chair facing the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a look of barely tempered rage on her face. That night, he’d been able to hear her breathing before he’d seen her. Now he could hear only the faint sound of the television coming from the living room. She must have waited up for him, probably watching a marathon of one of those hospital dramas she loved. Simon swung the door closed behind him and leaned against it, trying to gather his energy to lie. It was hard enough not eating around his family. Thankfully his mother went to work early and got back late, and Rebecca, who went to college in New Jersey and only came home occasionally to do her laundry, wasn’t around often enough to notice anything odd. His mom was usually gone in the morning by the time he got up, the breakfast and lunch she’d lovingly prepared for him left out on the kitchen counter. He’d dump it into a trash bin on his way to school. Dinner was tougher. On the nights she was there, he had to push his food around his plate, pretend he wasn’t hungry or that he wanted to take his food into his bedroom so he could eat while studying. Once or twice he’d forced the food down, just to make her happy, and spent hours in the bathroom afterward, sweating and retching until it was out of his system. He hated having to lie to her. He’d always felt a little sorry for Clary, with her fraught relationship with Jocelyn, the most overprotective parent he’d ever known. Now the shoe was on the other foot. Since Valentine’s death, Jocelyn’s grip on Clary had relaxed to the point where she was practically a normal parent. Meanwhile, whenever Simon was home, he could feel the weight of his mother’s gaze on him, like an accusation wherever he went. Squaring his shoulders, he dropped his messenger bag by the door and headed into the living room to face the music. The TV was on, the news blaring. The local announcer was reporting on a human interest story—a baby found abandoned in an alley behind a hospital downtown. Simon was surprised; his mom hated the news. She found it depressing. He glanced toward the couch, and his surprise faded. His mother was asleep, her glasses on the table beside her, a half-empty glass on the floor. Simon could smell it from here—probably whiskey. He felt a pang. His mom hardly ever drank. Simon went into his mother’s bedroom and returned with a crocheted blanket. His mom was still asleep, her breathing slow and even. Elaine Lewis was a tiny, birdlike woman, with a halo of black curling hair, streaked with gray that she refused to dye. She worked during the day for an environmental nonprofit, and most of her clothes had animal motifs on them. Right now she was wearing a dress tie-dye printed with dolphins and waves, and a pin that had once been a live fish, dipped in resin. Its lacquered eye seemed to glare at Simon accusingly as he bent to tuck the blanket around her shoulders. She moved, fitfully, turning her head away from him. “Simon,” she whispered. “Simon, where are you?” Stricken, Simon let go of the blanket and stood up. Maybe he should wake her up, let her know he was okay. But then there would be questions he didn’t want to answer and that hurt look on her face he couldn’t stand. He turned and went into his bedroom. He had thrown himself down onto the covers and grabbed for the phone on his bedside table, about to dial Clary’s number, before he even thought about it. He paused for a moment, listening to the dial tone. He couldn’t tell her about Camille; he’d promised to keep the vampire’s offer a secret, and while Simon didn’t feel he owed Camille much, if there was one thing he had learned from the past few months, it was that reneging on promises made to supernatural creatures was a bad idea. Still, he wanted to hear Clary’s voice, the way he always did when he’d had a tough day. Well, there was always complaining to her about his love life; that seemed to amuse her no end. Rolling over in bed, he pulled the pillow over his head and dialed Clary’s number.

Editorial Reviews

"Many familiar characters make an appearance, including some from Clockwork Angel . . . The cliff-hanger close will leave series fans clamoring for more." --Booklist