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       His wings are gray and trailing,

       Azrael, Angel of Death,

       And yet the souls that Azrael brings

       Across the dark and cold,

       Look up beneath those folded wings,

       And find them lined with gold.

      —ROBERT GILBERT WELSH, “AZRAEL” (1917)

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Epigraph

       Part I

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Part II

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Part III

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Chapter Twenty-Seven

       Chapter Twenty-Eight

       Chapter Twenty-Nine

       Chapter Thirty

       Chapter Thirty-One

       Part IV

       Chapter Thirty-Two

       Chapter Thirty-Three

       Chapter Thirty-Four

       Chapter Thirty-Five

       Chapter Thirty-Six

       Chapter Thirty-Seven

       Chapter Thirty-Eight

       Chapter Thirty-Nine

       Epilogue

       Acknowledgements

       Keep Reading

       About the Authors

       Also by Sidney Sheldon and Tilly Bagshawe

       Copyright

       About the Publisher