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This is the first page of the book and it is numbered 13 the other pages 1 to 12 are credits and foreword . So let's begin the story

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...Part one...

...Dark Descent...

...*I sung of chaos and eternal night,...

...thaught by the heav'nly muse to venture down...

...the dark Descent, and up to reascend........

...— John Milton, Paradise Lost*...

...1...

...Pandemonium...

...13...

"you've got to be kidding me," the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest . He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. "you can't bring that thing in here."

The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the pandemonium club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was long line to get into the all ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in a line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray standing in line with her best friend, Simon , leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement.

"Aw come on." The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end." It's part of my costume."

The bouncer raised an eyebrow. " Which is what?" the boy grinned. he was normal enough looking, Clary

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thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like tentacles of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ear or lips. "I'm a vampire hunter ." He pushed down the wooden thing. it bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. " It's fake. foam rubber. See ?"

The boy's eyes were way too bright a green, Clary noticed: the color of antifreeze, spring grass. Colored contact lenses, probably. The bouncer shrugged , abruptly bored. "Whatever.Go in."

The boy slid past him , quick as an eel. Clary liked the lilt to his shoulders, the way he tossed his hair as he went . there was a word for him that her mother would have used — insouciant.

"You thought he was cute," said Simon , sounding resigned. "Didn't you?"

Clary dug he elbow into his ribs, but didn't answer

Inside, the club was full of dry ice smoke. Colored lights played over the dance floor , turning it into a multicolored fairyland of blues and acid green , hot pinks and gold.

The boy in the red jacket stroked the long razor sharp blade in his hands , an idle smile playing over his lips. It had been so easy —a little bit of glamour on the blade, to make it look harmless. another glamour in his eyes, and the moment the bouncer had looked straight at him, he was in ofcourse, he could have probably gotten by without all that trouble, but it was part of the fun — fooling the mundies, doing it all in the open right in front of them , getting of on the blank looks on their sheeplike faces.

Not that humans didn't have their uses. the boy's

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