City of Lost Souls (The Mortal Instruments)
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What price is too high to pay, even for love? Plunge into fifth installment in the internationally bestselling Mortal Instruments series and “prepare to be hooked” (Entertainment Weekly)—now with a gorgeous new cover, a map, a new foreword, and exclusive bonus content! City of Lost Souls is a Shadowhunters novel.
When Jace and Clary meet again, Clary is horrified to discover that the demon Lilith’s magic has bound her beloved Jace together with her evil brother Sebastian, and that Jace has become a servant of evil. The Clave is out to destroy Sebastian, but there is no way to harm one boy without destroying the other. As Alec, Magnus, Simon, and Isabelle wheedle and bargain with Seelies, demons, and the merciless Iron Sisters to try to save Jace, Clary plays a dangerous game of her own. The price of losing is not just her own life, but Jace’s soul. She’s willing to do anything for Jace, but can she still trust him? Or is he truly lost?
Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.
to the side, blowing dark strands of hair out of her face, and looked at him hard. “What’s going on with you and Maia, anyway?” “Nothing.” The single word held volumes. “I’m not sure she’s ever going to stop hating me.” “She might not, at that,” Isabelle said. “She’s got good reason.” “Thanks.” “I don’t do false reassurances,” Izzy said, and pushed the tequila bottle away from her. Her eyes, on Jordan, were lively and dark. “Come here, werewolf boy.” She’d dropped her voice. It was soft,
Isabelle, wearing only one of Simon’s T-shirts, standing behind him and rubbing at her eyes. Maia’s mouth snapped shut. “It’s me,” she said in a not particularly friendly tone. “Are you … visiting Simon?” “What? No, Simon’s not here.” Shut up, Isabelle, Jordan thought frantically. “He’s…” She gestured vaguely. “Out.” Maia’s cheeks reddened. “It smells like a bar in here.” “Jordan’s cheap tequila,” said Isabelle with a wave of her hand. “You know…” “Is that his shirt, too?” Maia inquired.
celebrate.” Simon padded barefoot out into the living room, Isabelle behind him, to find a surprising tableau. The circle and the pentagram in the center of the floor were shining with a bright silver light, like mercury. Smoke rose from the center of it, a tall black-red column, tipped with white. The whole room smelled of burning. Magnus and Alec stood outside the circle, and with them Jordan and Maia, who—given the coats and hats they were wearing—looked as if they had just arrived. “What’s
rake.” “And then it’s pistols at dawn,” said Sebastian, striding toward the velvet curtain. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to wash the blood out of my hair.” “Fussy, fussy,” Jace called after him with a grin, then reached for Clary and pulled her against him. His voice dropped to a low whisper. “Remember when we went to Magnus’s party? You came out into the lobby with Isabelle, and Simon almost had an apoplectic fit?” “Funny, I was thinking about the same thing.” She tipped her head back to
her body and reached the end of her dress, drawing it up along her legs. “What are you doing?” she whispered. “Jace?” He looked at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he said. “But you won’t.” Sebastian drew aside the dusty velvet curtain that closed off the alcove, and smiled. A bench ran around the inside of the small circular room, and a man sat there, leaning his elbows on a