For the Lewis family:
Melanie, Jonathan, and Helen
OceanofPDF.com
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.
P ROLOGUE
York, 1847.
Im afraid, said the little girl sitting on the bed. Grandfather, can you stay with me?
Aloysius Starkweather made an impatient noise in the back of his throat as he drew a chair closer to the bedside and seated himself. The impatient noise was only part in earnest. It pleased him that his granddaughter was so trusting of him, that often he was the only one who could calm her. His gruff demeanor had never bothered her, despite her delicate nature.
Theres nothing to be afraid of, Adele, he said. Youll see.
She looked at him with large eyes. Normally the ceremony of first runing would have been held in one of the grander spaces of the York Institute, but because of Adeles fragile nerves and health, it had been agreed that it could occur in the safety of her bedroom. She was sitting at the edge of her bed, her back very straight. Her ceremonial dress was red, with a red ribbon holding back her fine, fair hair. Her eyes were huge in her thin face, her arms narrow. Everything about her was as fragile as a china cup.
The Silent Brothers, she said. What will they do to me?
Give me your arm, he said, and she held out her right arm trustingly. He turned it over, seeing the pale blue tracery of veins below the skin. They will use their stelesyou know what a stele isto draw a Mark upon you. Usually they start with the Voyance rune, which you will know from your studies, but in your case they will begin with Strength.
Because I am not very strong.
To build your constitution.
Like beef broth. Adele wrinkled her nose.
He laughed. Hopefully not so unpleasant. You will feel a little sting, so you must be brave and not cry out, because Shadowhunters do not cry out in pain. Then the sting will be gone, and you will feel so much stronger and better. And that will be the end of the ceremony, and we will go downstairs and there will be iced cakes to celebrate.
Adele kicked her heels. And a party!
Yes, a party. And presents. He tapped his pocket, where a small box was hidden awaya small box wrapped in fine blue paper, that held an even smaller family ring. I have one for you right here. Youll get it as soon as the Marking ceremony is over.
Ive never had a party for me before.
Its because youre becoming a Shadowhunter, said Aloysius. You know why thats important, dont you? Your first Marks mean you are Nephilim, like me, like your mother and father. They mean you are part of the Clave. Part of our warrior family. Something different and better than everyone else.
Better than everyone else, she repeated slowly as her bedroom door opened and two Silent Brothers came in. Aloysius saw the flicker of fear in Adeles eyes. She drew her arm back from his grasp. He frownedhe did not like to see fear in his progeny, though he could not deny that the Brothers were eerie in their silence and their peculiar, gliding motions. They moved around to Adeles side of the bed as the door opened again and Adeles mother and father entered: her father, Aloysiuss son, in scarlet gear; his wife in a red dress that belled out at the waist, and a golden necklace from which hung an enkeli rune. They smiled at their daughter, who gave a tremulous smile back, even as the Silent Brothers surrounded her.
Adele Lucinda Starkweather. It was the voice of the first Silent Brother, Brother Cimon. You are now of age. It is time for the first of the Angels Marks to be bestowed on you. Are you aware of the honor being done you, and will you do all in your power to be worthy of it?
Adele nodded obediently. Yes.
And do you accept these Marks of the Angel, which will be upon your body forever, a reminder of all that you owe to the Angel, and of your sacred duty to the world?
She nodded again, obediently. Aloysiuss heart swelled with pride. I do accept them, she said.
Then we begin. A stele flashed forth, held in the Silent Brothers long white hand. He took Adeles trembling arm and set the tip of the stele to her skin, and began to draw.
Black lines swirled out from the steles tip, and Adele stared in wonderment as the symbol for Strength took shape on the pale skin of her inner arm, a delicate design of lines intersecting with each other, crossing her veins, wrapping her arm. Her body was tense, her small teeth sunk into her upper lip. Her eyes flashed upward at Aloysius, and he started at what he saw in them.
Pain. It was normal to feel some pain at the bestowing of a Mark, but what he saw in Adeles eyeswas agony.
Aloysius jerked upright, sending the chair he had been sitting on skittering away behind him. Stop! he cried, but it was too late. The rune was complete. The Silent Brother drew back, staring. There was blood on the stele. Adele was whimpering, mindful of her grandfathers admonition that she not cry outbut then her bloody, lacerated skin began to peel back from the bones, blackening and burning under the rune as if it were fire, and she could not help but throw her head back, and scream, and scream
London, 1873.
Will? Charlotte Fairchild eased the door of the Institutes training room open. Will, are you in there?
A muffled grunt was the only response. The door swung all the way open, revealing the wide, high-ceilinged room on the other side. Charlotte herself had grown up training here, and she knew every warp of the floorboards, the ancient target painted on the north wall, the square-paned windows, so old that they were thicker at the base than the top. In the center of the room stood Will Herondale, a knife held in his right hand.
He turned his head to look at Charlotte, and she thought again what an odd child he wasalthough at twelve he was barely still a child. He was a very pretty boy, with thick dark hair that waved slightly where it touched his collarwet now with sweat, and pasted to his forehead. His skin had been tanned by country air and sun when he had first come to the Institute, though six months of city life had drained its color, causing the red flush across his cheekbones to stand out. His eyes were an unusually luminous blue. He would be a handsome man one day, if he could do something about the scowl that perpetually twisted his features.
What is it, Charlotte? he snapped.
He still spoke with a slight Welsh accent, a roll to his vowels that would have been charming if his tone hadnt been so sour. He drew his sleeve across his forehead as she came partway through the door, then paused. Ive been looking for you for hours, she said with some asperity, though asperity had little effect on Will. Not much had an effect on Will when he was in a mood, and he was nearly always in a mood. Didnt you recall what I told you yesterday, that we were welcoming a new arrival to the Institute today?
Oh, I remembered. Will threw the knife. It stuck just outside the circle of the target, deepening his scowl. I just dont care.
The boy behind Charlotte made a stifled noise. A laugh, she would have thought, but certainly he couldnt be laughing? She had been warned the boy coming to the Institute from Shanghai was not well, but she had still been startled when he had stepped from the carriage, pale and swaying like a reed in the wind, his curling dark hair streaked with silver as if he were a man in his eighties, not a boy of twelve. His eyes were wide and silvery-black, strangely beautiful but haunting in such a delicate face. Will, you
Next page