Ash Mistry and the City of Death. Sarwat Chadda

      For my parents

      When the stars threw down their spears,

      And watered heaven with their tears,

      Did he smile his work to see?

      Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

      “The Tyger” by William Blake

      Contents

       Dedication

       Epigraph

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       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

       Chapter Thirty-two

       Chapter Thirty-three

       Chapter Thirty-four

       Chapter Thirty-five

       Chapter Thirty-six

       Chapter Thirty-seven

       Chapter Thirty-eight

       Chapter Thirty-nine

       Chapter Forty

       Chapter Forty-one

       Chapter Forty-two

       Chapter Forty-three

       Chapter Forty-four

       Chapter Forty-five

       Chapter Forty-six

       Chapter Forty-seven

       Chapter Forty-eight

       Chapter Forty-nine

       Chapter Fifty

       Chapter Fifty-one

       Chapter Fifty-two

       Chapter Fifty-three

       Chapter Fifty-four

       Chapter Fifty-five

       Chapter Fifty-six

       Chapter Fifty-seven

       Chapter Fifty-eight

       Chapter Fifty-nine

       Chapter