|The Silver Mask|
|Author||Holly Black and Cassandra Clare|
|Cover artist||Alexandre Chaudret|
|Release Date||October 10, 2017|
| Preceded by|
The Bronze Key
| Followed by|
The Enemy of Death
Master Joseph only laughed, though. "I have a proposal for you, how about that? Callum, once you complete the task I set for you, you can leave the island with your friends if that's what you still want."
"A task?" Call asked. "Is this some kind of trick thing where I have to tame an impossible elemental or separate dirt from sand on an entire beach?"
Master Joseph smiled. "Nothing like that." He flung open the doors at the far end of the room. After a moment, Call and the others joined him at the entryway.
Inside was a large, white-painted room. There was nothing in it but a metal table. On top of the table lay a body that was perfectly preserved, covered to the neck by a thin white sheet. "The task," he said. "Is to raise Aaron Stewart from the dead."
"I'll kill you—" There were tears on Call's face as he flung himself at Alex. "I'll kill you—"
"Stop him," said Alex lazily, and seconds later, Call felt himself seized by a dozen Chaos-ridden, their grips like iron.
Alex's eyes danced. "I made these, Makar," he said, gesturing toward the Chaos-ridden in the clearing. "I am their creator, not you, not Constantine. They belong to me. They're obedient to me."