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THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS Book Three City of Glass

Margaret K. McElderry Books An imprint of Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing Division 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 10020

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2009 by Cassandra Claire, LLC

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light.

-John Milton, Paradise Lost

Contents

Part One Sparks Fly Upward 1 THE PORTAL 2 THE DEMON TOWERS OF ALICANTE 3 AMATIS 4 DAYLIGHTER

5 A PROBLEM OF MEMORY 6 BAD BLOOD 7 WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD 8 ONE OF THE LIVING 9 THIS GUILTY BLOOD Part Two Stars Shine Darkly 10 FIRE AND SWORD 11 ALL THE HOST OF HELL 12 DE PROFUNDIS 13 WHERE THERE IS SORROW 14 IN THE DARK FOREST 15 THINGS FALL APART Part Three The Way to Heaven 16 ARTICLES OF FAITH 17 THE SHADOWHUNTER'S TALE 18 HAIL AND FAREWELL 19 PENIEL 20 WEIGHED IN THE BALANCE

Epilogue Across the Sky in Stars

Part One

Sparks Fly Upward

Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.

-Job 5:7

1

THE PORTAL

The cold snap of the previous week was over; the sun was shining brightly as Clary hurried across Luke's dusty front yard, the hood of her jacket up to keep her hair from blowing across her face. The weather might have warmed up, but the wind off the East River could still be brutal. It carried with it a faint chemical smell, mixed with the Brooklyn smell of asphalt, gasoline, and burned sugar from the abandoned factory down the street. Simon was waiting for her on the front porch, sprawled in a broken-springed armchair. He had his DS balanced on his blue-jeaned knees and was poking away...