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2 octobre 2012 The Mortal Instruments (Livre 4)
Trust is dangerous, and to love is to destroy. Plunge into the fourth installment in the internationally bestselling Mortal Instruments series and “prepare to be hooked” (Entertainment Weekly).

The Mortal War is over, and sixteen-year-old Clary Fray is back home in New York, excited about all the possibilities before her. She’s training to become a Shadowhunter and to use her unique power. Her mother is getting married to the love of her life. Downworlders and Shadowhunters are at peace at last. And—most importantly of all—she can finally call Jace her boyfriend.

But nothing comes without a price.

Someone is murdering Shadowhunters, provoking tensions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters that could lead to a second, bloody war. Clary’s best friend, Simon, can’t help her—his mother just found out that he’s a vampire, and now he’s homeless. When Jace begins to pull away from her without explaining why, Clary is forced to delve into the heart of a mystery whose solution reveals her worst nightmare: she herself has set in motion a terrible chain of events that could lead to her losing everything she loves. Even Jace.

The stakes are higher than ever in the #1 New York Times bestselling fourth installment of the Mortal Instruments series.

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Chapter One: The Master

 

“Just coffee, please.”

The waitress raised her penciled eyebrows. “You don’t want anything to eat?” she asked. Her accent was thick, her attitude disappointed.

Simon Lewis couldn’t blame her; she’d probably been hoping for a better tip than the one she was going to get on a single cup of coffee. But it wasn’t his fault vampires didn’t eat. Sometimes, in restaurants, he ordered food anyway, just to preserve the appearance of normalcy, but late Tuesday night, when Veselka was almost empty of other customers, it didn’t seem worth the bother. “Just the coffee.”

With a shrug the waitress took his laminated menu and went to put his order in. Simon sat back against the hard plastic diner chair and looked around. Veselka, a diner on the corner of Ninth Street and Second Avenue, was one of his favorite places on the Lower East Side—an old neighborhood eatery papered with black-and-white murals, where they let you sit all day as long as you ordered coffee at half-hour intervals. They also served what had once been his favorite vegetarian pierogi and borscht, but those days were behind him now.

It was mid-October, and they’d just put their Halloween decorations up—a wobbly sign that said TRICK-OR-BORSCHT! and a fake cardboard cutout vampire nicknamed Count Blintzula. Once upon a time Simon and Clary had found the cheesy holiday decorations hilarious, but the Count, with his fake fangs and black cape, didn’t strike Simon as quite so funny anymore.

Simon glanced toward the window. It was a brisk night, and the wind was blowing leaves across Second Avenue like handfuls of thrown confetti. There was a girl walking down the street, a girl in a tight belted trench coat, with long black hair that flew in the wind. People turned to watch her as she walked past. Simon had looked at girls like that before in the past, idly wondering where they were going, who they were meeting. Not guys like him, he knew that much.

Except this one was. The bell on the diner’s front door rang as the door opened, and Isabelle Lightwood came in. She smiled when she saw Simon, and came toward him, shrugging off her coat and draping it over the back of the chair before she sat down. Under the coat she was wearing one of what Clary called her “typical Isabelle outfits”: a tight short velvet dress, fishnet stockings, and boots. There was a knife stuck into the top of her left boot that Simon knew only he could see; still, everyone in the diner was watching as she sat down, flinging her hair back. Whatever she was wearing, Isabelle drew attention like a fireworks display.

Beautiful Isabelle Lightwood. When Simon had met her, he’d assumed she’d have no time for a guy like him. He’d turned out to be mostly right. Isabelle liked boys her parents disapproved of, and in her universe that meant Downworlders—faeries, werewolves, and vamps. That they’d been dating regularly for the past month or two amazed him, even if their relationship was limited mostly to infrequent meetings like this one. And even if he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d never been changed into a vampire, if his whole life hadn’t been altered in that moment, would they be dating at all?

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her smile brilliant. “You look nice.”

Simon cast a glance at himself in the reflective surface of the diner window. Isabelle’s influence was clear in the changes in his appearance since they’d been dating. She’d forced him to ditch his hoodies in favor of leather jackets, and his sneakers in favor of designer boots. Which, incidentally, cost three hundred dollars a pair. He was still wearing his characteristic word shirts—this one said EXISTENTIALISTS DO IT POINTLESSLY—but his jeans no longer had holes in the knees and torn pockets. He’d also grown his hair long so that it fell in his eyes now, covering his forehead, but that was more necessity than Isabelle.

Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon’s love life borderline hilarious. She couldn’t believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn’t believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to be a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn’t believe that Simon hadn’t yet told either of them about the other.

Simon wasn’t really sure how it had happened. Maia liked to come to his house and use his Xbox—they didn’t have one at the abandoned police station where the werewolf pack lived—and it wasn’t until the third or fourth time she’d come over that she’d leaned over and kissed him good-bye before she’d left. He’d been pleased, and then had called up Clary to ask her if he needed to tell Isabelle. “Figure out what’s going on with you and Isabelle,” she said. “Then tell her.”

This had turned out to be bad advice. It had been a month, and he still wasn’t sure what was going on with him and Isabelle, so he hadn’t said anything. And the more time that passed, the more awkward the idea of saying something grew. So far he’d made it work. Isabelle and Maia weren’t really friends, and rarely saw each other. Unfortunately for him, that was about to change. Clary’s mother and her longtime friend, Luke, were getting married in a few weeks, and both Isabelle and Maia were invited to the wedding, a prospect Simon found more terrifying than the idea of being chased through the streets of New York by an angry mob of vampire hunters.

“So,” Isabelle said, snapping him out of his reverie. “Why here and not Taki’s? They’d serve you blood there.”

Simon winced at her volume. Isabelle was nothing if not unsubtle. Fortunately, no one seemed to be listening in, not even the waitress who returned, banged down a cup of coffee in front of Simon, eyed Izzy, and left without taking her order.

“I like it here,” he said. “Clary and I used to come here back when she was taking classes at Tisch. They have great borscht and blintzes—they’re like sweet cheese dumplings—plus it’s open all night.”

Isabelle, however, was ignoring him. She was staring past his shoulder. “What is that?”

Simon followed her glance. “That’s Count Blintzula.”

“Count Blintzula?”

Simon shrugged. “It’s a Halloween decoration. Count Blintzula is for kids. It’s like Count Chocula, or the Count on Sesame Street.” He grinned at her blank look. “You know. He teaches kids how to count.”

Isabelle was shaking her head. “There’s a TV show where children are taught how to count by a vampire?”

“It would make sense if you’d seen it,” Simon muttered.

“There is some mythological basis for such a construction,” Isabelle said, lapsing into lecturey Shadowhunter mode. “Some legends do assert that vampires are obsessed with counting, and that if you spill grains of rice in front of them, they’ll have to stop what they’re doing and count each one. There’s no truth in it, of course, any more than that business about garlic. And vampires have no business teaching children. Vampires are terrifying.”

“Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .’”

There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.”

“What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .’”

“Shh.” Isabelle finished knotting her scarf around her throat and leaned forward, putting her hand on Simon’s wrist. Her big dark eyes were alive suddenly, the way they only ever came alive when she was either hunting demons or thinking about hunting demons. “Look over there.”

Simon followed her gaze. There were two men standing over by the glass-fronted case that held bakery items: thickly frosted cakes, plates of rugelach, and cream-filled Danishes. Neither of the men looked as if they were interested in food, though. Both were short and painfully gaunt, so much so that their cheekbones jutted from their colorless faces like knives. Both had thin gray hair and pale gray eyes, and wore belted slate-colored coats that reached the floor.

“Now,” Isabelle said, “what do you suppose they are?”

Simon squinted at them. They both stared back at him, their lashless eyes like empty holes. “They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes.”

“They’re human subjugates,” Isabelle hissed. “They belong to a vampire.”

“‘Belong’ as in . . . ?”

She made an impatient noise. “By the Angel, you don’t know anything about your kind, do you? Do you even really know how vampires are made?”

“Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much . . .”

Isabelle made a face at him. “Fine, you know that vampires don’t need to have sex to reproduce, but I bet you don’t really know how it works.”

“I do too,” said Simon. “I’m a vampire becau...

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"Many familiar characters make an appearance, including some from Clockwork Angel . . . The cliff-hanger close will leave series fans clamoring for more." --Booklist --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Relié .

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  • Broché: 448 pages
  • Editeur : Margaret K. McElderry Books; Édition : Reprint (2 octobre 2012)
  • Collection : The Mortal Instruments
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1442403551
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442403550
  • Dimensions du produit: 20,9 x 14 x 2,7 cm
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** Et encore, trouveront-ils un goût d'exploitation facile derrière la parution de ce 4ème livre ?! **

Je ne trouvais pas utile de créer un nouveau cycle, et pourtant j'ai succombé à la tentation. C'était trop facile. Résultat, je me sens heureuse d'avoir retrouvé mes personnages fétiches mais déçue par le traitement infligé par l'auteur. Cela me coûte de l'écrire, mais Jace a sincèrement perdu de sa superbe. Oh, pas tout de suite, au début il est brillant, sarcastique, charmeur et sexy. Son couple formé avec Clary est mignon, et à l'origine de scènes ultra sensuelles (par contre, ça s'allume mais ça ne s'éteint pas - maudit YA !). Puis, la belle osmose faiblit et arrive ce qui doit arriver à toute intrigue basée sur une romance idyllique qui risquerait d'ennuyer le lecteur sur le long terme - il faut pimenter tout ça, créer de nouveaux tourments (Jace fait des cauchemars, il se tient à distance de Clary, elle ne comprend pas et pense qu'il ne l'aime plus).

Hmm, quelle frustration ! Soit, il fallait s'y attendre aussi. Toutefois, Jace renoue avec sa facette torturée, son moi qui se morfond et qui s'enferme dans l'apitoiement. Oh non. Pas ça ! Heureusement il y a un peu d'humour à côté pour sauver les apparences, surtout dès qu'il est en présence de Simon, c'est drôle, ça rappelle le bon vieux temps.
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"City of Fallen Angels" est la suite de la série "Les Instruments Mortels". Tout comme la précédente série, celle-ci va s'étaler sur trois tomes. Et dans le même temps l'auteur rédige un préquel à la série phare, avec déjà un premier titre paru (The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel Bk. 1, sur trois prévus là encore. Personnellement j'aurais préféré qu'elle se consacre sur une série plutôt que de se disperser (et son lectorat avec) sur deux séries.

J'avais été enchantée par la première série, et j'ai été convaincue par le premier tome du préquel. Hélas, je ne peux pas en dire autant de cette dernière série.

On reprend six semaines après la fin des événements de la première série (pour les lecteurs ne l'ayant pas lu, passez votre chemin, je suis obligée de spoiler pour expliquer cette histoire). Le monde était sauvé et on avait laissé Clary dans les bras du beau Jace, et Simon, le geek humain devenu vampire et ayant pris confiance en lui, bien occupé avec ses deux petites amies (l'une et l'autre n'étant pas au courant de la deuxième relation).

Concernant les personnages, histoire de faire durer les choses, l'histoire entre Clary et Jace connaît des problèmes, entre les hésitations classiques de l'adolescence et de sombres cauchemars faits par Jace, où il rêve qu'il tue Clary. Simon jongle toujours aussi maladroitement avec ses deux relations.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Un peu déçue 27 novembre 2011
Par Emilie
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Un peu déçue... Autant on avait une vraie fin lorsque c'était une trilogie, autant pour ce livre il n'y en a pas. Implique une suite, c'est dommage à trop vouloir tirer en longueur une histoire elle perd à mon sens son intérêt.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Super 7 mars 2013
Par lili123
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Ce livre va bien dans la continuité du reste de la série !
L'histoire est super et l'anglais est très compréhensible pas besoins d'être scotché à son dictionnaire !
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 OMG 12 octobre 2012
Par LF
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City of Angels was another amazing book in this series but I'm completely shocked by how the book ended.
Just when I thought everything was going to be ok, WHAM, the story makes such a turn that I was left staring at the last page, wide-eyed, in shock and thinking WTF was that.
I almost gave this book 4 stars instead of 5 because of that ending but when I let it sink in a bit I realised this turn of events would probably make a great story in the next book.

I loved the book but I still can't get over what happened at the end. I'm so happy I already have the next book so I can start reading and see how it will affect everything.
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