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Prologue: Consecrated
Chapter One: The Last Council
In which we meet some new characters
Chapter Two: Thorns
A place shaped like a heart is full of thorns and roses — Yeats
Chapter Three: Bad Angels
Along the wall were the pegs where the residents of the Institute hung their coats when they came inside: one of Jace’s black jackets still dangled from a hook, the sleeves empty and ghostly
Chapter Four: And Immortality
“Lead us from the unreal to the real,” she read aloud. “Lead us from darkness to light. Lead us from death to immortality.”
Chapter Five: Valentine’s Son
he knew perfectly well that Sebastian had kissed her
Chapter Six: No Weapon in this World
“Quick! To the weapons room!” (Okay, not really)
Chapter Seven: A Sea-Change
Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change. Into something rich and strange — The Tempest
Chapter Eight: Fire Tests Gold
Ignus aurum probat
Chapter Nine: The Iron Sisters
What it says
Chapter Ten: The Wild Hunt
Chapter Eleven: Ascribe All Sin
“I don’t think I can do it,” Alec said miserably. “I’m sorry.”
Chapter Twelve: The Stuff of Heaven
The stuff of heaven in this case is the substance the demon towers are made out of, sometimes called adamant
Chapter Thirteen: The Bone Chandelier
Chapter Fourteen: As Ashes
in the dimness, he looked very like the boy she had known in Idris before the Circle had been formed
Chapter Fifteen: Last of the Morgensterns
You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns.
Chapter Sixteen: Brothers and Sisters
He’d been pacing his apartment for the last hour, sometimes taking his phone out to see if Maia had texted
Chapter Seventeen: Valediction
Our two souls therefore, which are one
Chapter Eighteen: Title Too Spoilery
Chapter Nineteen; Love and Blood
“You did,” he said. “You slept with him.”
Chapter Twenty: A Door into the Dark
All I know is a door into the dark. (Seamus Heaney)
Chapter Twenty-One Raising Hell
If I cannot otherwise reach Heaven, I will raise Hell.
Epilogue
What do you guys think? I'm loving these chapter titles. I'm a little curious about Chapter 19, Love & Blood.
My life has been one big audition.
I can’t even remember the first audition my mom dragged me to. It was for a diaper commercial back when we were living in LA. I was six months old. While most kids’ first memories are of playing with friends, mine are of sitting in cold reception areas waiting for my name to be called. The only plus side was that after I auditioned, Mom rewarded me with McDonald’s. That was the only time I ever truly felt like a normal kid.
After I got cast in the first Kavalier Kids movie, I didn’t have to go on that many auditions. The roles came to me. By the time I was nine, I was on the cover of People magazine and a presenter at the Oscars, the basic go-to kid for cute. I was the on-screen “son” of every big name actor. I’ve worked with the best. And with the Kavalier Kids franchise, I was featured on countless lunch boxes, pillowcases, Happy Meals — you name it, my face was on it. (I don’t think I’ve recovered yet from seeing my toothy grin on a roll of toilet paper. Really, toilet paper. Apparently the studio’s marketing division had no shame).
I’d shoot a big-time movie during the spring and a Kavalier Kids movie in the fall (for a major summer release). And even though my childhood was anything but normal, I look back fondly on the Kavalier Kids movies. The other child actors were like friends to me. At least they seemed like my friends, or what friends should be. But we only hung out on the set. There were no sleepovers or pizza parties, just on-set tutors and line readings.
Things were great, but then there was a — let’s call it an altercation between my mom and the producer. I got kicked off the franchise. A new wave of cute kids came into Hollywood and I was relegated to being a featured guest star on network crime shows.
So I made a decision. It was the one thing that scared Mom more than anything, even more than crow’s-feet and taxicabs. And it wasn’t moving to New York City or starring in a soap opera that was “beneath” me. No, we did those things so I could do the thing that was even scarier to Mom:
High school.
Yes, Carter Harrison, former child megastar and current soap opera actor, wants to go to school.
But as I sit in the hallway at the New York City High School of the Creative and Performing Arts, I know that this isn’t a normal school. It’s one of the most prestigious performing arts high schools in the country. I knew I could convince my mom to let me go if I talked about how this will help me with my craft.
Yes, I actually used the word craft to describe what I do. But my “craft” is more on a par with the caricature artists in Times Square than those of a true artist.
I play pretend. I’ve been doing it my entire life. I’ve been doing it so long, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m more comfortable being someone else than being me. I don’t even feel like me when I’m “Carter Harrison.” The paparazzi were waiting outside the school today when I arrived, and I flashed that famous grin at them . . . but that wasn’t me. That was a role.
As we wait for my name to be called, I glance at Mom, hiding behind her oversized sunglasses. She didn’t seem all that surprised to see the photographers outside. Gee, I wonder who leaked that my audition is today? It’s not like being on a soap opera gets you a ton of press, but when you were the biggest box office draw at the age of ten, people like to follow you around. See what you’re up to. It’s like my life is never-ending episode of Where Is He Now?
At least I’ve gotten used to the attention. I’m really good at blocking it out. Plus, it helped me get a role on a show that only requires me to work a few hours a week. This way, I stay on television to appease my mom and I get to go to school for me.
I’m not even nervous as I wait for my name to be called. Stepping onto that stage and reciting my two monologues (one from Our Town and the other from You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown) will be easy. That’s a normal day for me. But the thought of getting to go to school is what will make me nervous.
What’s ironic is that Mom is the one who doesn’t want me to go to school. She thinks I won’t be prepared to handle being in a school with other kids.
Let’s see, I’ve spent my entire life being judged, critiqued, and picked apart.
I think I’m more ready for high school than anybody could be.

She felt immediately conscious of what she was wearing. The same slip dress she’d worn to the club, but without her boots, her jacket and most importantly, without the buzz she’d been riding last night, she felt unprotected, vulnerable. “Who took my shoes off?”
“That’s what you want to know?” Sebastian looked incredulous. “You pass out at a club and wake up covered in blood and and you want to know where your shoes are?”
“A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus.
“I’m Gabriel.”
Magnus waved a hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.”
