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The situation at the London Institute has never been more precarious. With Mortmain and his clockwork army still threatening, the Council wants to strip Charlotte of her power and hand the running of the Enclave over to the unscrupulous and power-hungry Benedict Lightwood. In the hope of saving Charlotte and the Institute, Will, Jem, and Tessa set out to unravel the secrets of Mortmains past and discover unsettling Shadowhunter connections that hold the key not only to the enemys motivations, but also to the secret of Tessas identity. Tessa, already caught between the affections of Will and Jem, finds herself with another choice to make when she learns how the Shadowhunters helped make her a monster. Will she turn from them to her brother, Nate, who has been begging her to join him at Mortmains side? Where will her loyalties and love lie? Tessa alone can choose to save the Shadowhunters of London.or end them forever.

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Clockwork Prince

(The second book in the Infernal Devices series)

A novel by Cassandra Clare

CASSANDRA CLARE

is the New York Times bestselling author of the Mortal Instruments series. She was born overseas and spent her early years traveling around the world with her family and several trunks of books. Cassandra lives in western Massachusetts with her husband, their cats, and these days, even more books. Visit her online at cassandraclare.com.

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THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS:

City of Bones

City of Ashes

City of Glass

City of Fallen Angels

THE INFERNAL DEVICES:

Clockwork Angel

For Elka

Khalepa ta kala

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. . . . Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing. . . .

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

PROLOGUE

The Outcast Dead

The fog was thick, muffling sound and sight. Where it parted, Will Herondale could see the street rising ahead of him, slick and wet and black with rain, and he could hear the voices of the dead.

Not all Shadowhunters could hear ghosts, unless the ghosts chose to be heard, but Will was one of those who could. As he approached the old cemetery, their voices rose in a ragged choruswails and pleading, cries and snarls. This was not a peaceful burial ground, but Will knew that; it was not his first visit to the Cross Bones Graveyard near London Bridge. He did his best to block out the noises, hunching his shoulders so that his collar covered his ears, head down, a fine mist of rain dampening his black hair.

The entrance to the cemetery was halfway down the block: a pair of wrought iron gates set into a high stone wall, though any mundane passing by would have observed nothing but a plot of overgrown land, part of an unnamed builders yard. As Will neared the gates, something else no mundane would have seen materialized out of the fog: a great bronze knocker in the shape of a hand, the fingers bony and skeletal. With a grimace Will reached out one of his own gloved hands and lifted the knocker, letting it fall once, twice, three times, the hollow clank resounding through the night.

Beyond the gates mist rose like steam from the ground, obscuring the gleam of bone against the rough ground. Slowly the mist began to coalesce, taking on an eerie blue glow. Will put his hands to the bars of the gate; the cold of the metal seeped through his gloves, into his bones, and he shivered. It was a more than ordinary cold. When ghosts rose, they drew energy from their surroundings, depriving the air around them of heat. The hairs on the back of Wills neck prickled and stood up as the blue mist formed slowly into the shape of an old woman in a ragged dress and white apron, her head bent.

Hallo, Mol, said Will. Youre looking particularly fine this evening, if I do say so.

The ghost raised her head. Old Molly was a strong spirit, one of the stronger Will had ever encountered. Even as moonlight speared through a gap in the clouds, she hardly looked transparent. Her body was solid, her hair twisted in a thick yellow-gray coil over one shoulder, her rough, red hands braced on her hips. Only her eyes were hollow, twin blue flames flickering in their depths.

William erondale, she said. Back again so soon?

She moved toward the gate with that gliding motion peculiar to ghosts. Her feet were bare and filthy, despite the fact that they never touched the ground.

Will leaned against the gate. You know I missed your pretty face.

She grinned, her eyes flickering, and he caught a glimpse of the skull beneath the half-transparent skin. Overhead the clouds had closed in on one another again, blocking out the moon. Idly, Will wondered what Old Molly had done to get herself buried here, far from consecrated ground. Most of the wailing voices of the dead belonged to prostitutes, suicides, and stillbirthsthose outcast dead who could not be buried in a churchyard. Although Molly had managed to make the situation quite profitable for herself, so perhaps she didnt mind.

She chortled. What dyou want, then, young Shadow-hunter? Malphas venom? I ave the talon of a Morax demon, polished very fine, the poison at the tip entirely invisible

No, Will said. Thats not what I need. I need Foraii demon powders, ground fine.

Molly turned her head to the side and spat a tendril of blue fire. Now whats a fine young man like you want with stuff like that?

Will just sighed inwardly; Mollys protests were part of the bargaining process. Magnus had already sent Will to Old Mol several times now, once for black stinking candles that stuck to his skin like tar, once for the bones of an unborn child, and once for a bag of faeries eyes, which had dripped blood on his shirt. Foraii demon powder sounded pleasant by comparison.

You think Im a fool, Molly went on. This is a trap, innit? You Nephilim catch me selling that sort of stuff, an its the stick for Old Mol, it is.

Youre already dead. Will did his best not to sound irritable. I dont know what you think the Clave could do to you now.

Pah. Her hollow eyes flamed. The prisons of the Silent Brothers, beneath the earth, can old either the living or the dead; you know that, Shadowhunter.

Will held up his hands. No tricks, old one. Surely you must have heard the rumors running about in Downworld. The Clave has other things on its mind than tracking down ghosts who traffic in demon powders and faerie blood. He leaned forward. Ill give you a good price. He drew a cambric bag from his pocket and dangled it in the air. It clinked like coins rattling together. They all fit your description, Mol.

An eager look came over her dead face, and she solidified enough to take the bag from him. She plunged one hand into it and brought her palm out full of ringsgold wedding rings, each tied in a lovers knot at the top. Old Mol, like many ghosts, was always looking for that talisman, that lost piece of her past that would finally allow her to die, the anchor that kept her trapped in the world. In her case it was her wedding ring. It was common belief, Magnus had told Will, that the ring was long gone, buried under the silty bed of the Thames, but in the meantime shed take any bag of found rings in the hope one would turn out to be hers.

She dropped the rings back into the bag, which vanished somewhere on her undead person, and handed him a folded sachet of powder in return. He slipped it into his jacket pocket just as the ghost began to shimmer and fade. Hold up, there, Mol. That isnt all I have come for tonight.

The spirit flickered while greed warred with impatience and the effort of remaining visible. Finally she grunted. Very well. What else dyou want?

Will hesitated. This was not something Magnus had sent him for; it was something he wanted to know for himself. Love potions

Old Mol screeched with laughter. Love potions? For Will erondale? Taint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you as got no need of love potions, and thats a fact.

No, Will said, a little desperation in his voice. I was looking for the opposite, reallysomething that might put an end to being in love.

An atred potion? Mol still sounded amused.

I was hoping for something more akin to indifference? Tolerance?

She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. I ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to ate you, theres easy enough ways of making it appen. You dont need

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