Den andra säsongen av Shadowhunters återvänder med att skugg-världen är i kaos då Valentine och "Cirkeln" fortsätter att växa sig starkare för varje minut och vårat gäng blir snabbt desillusionerade av "Klaven" och deras reaktion på de senaste händelserna. Lojaliteter kommer bli testade, osannolika band kommer att knytas, och förhållanden kommer att drivas till sitt yttersta då skuggjägare och deras "nedomvärldare" (Downworlder) - vänner, går sin egen väg i en ny värld.
Art by Cassandra Jean! Church > Jace > Clary > Alec > Magnus > Jem > Tessa > Will > Emma > Jules > Ty all helping celebrate me hitting 800,000 followers on Twitter. Arbitrary number but I’m always up for a celebration. I’ll be posting some art and snippets in the next few days for fun. We’ll start with CJ’s banner and:
A snippet from Lord of Shadows:
There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”
“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.
“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”
He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.
“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.
Magic can save you. Magic can kill you. It should be a time of celebration. The Enemy of Death is dead; a severed head proof of his downfall. The magical world has no reason to believe otherwise, and Callum, Tamara and Aaron are celebrated as heroes. But at a party held in their honour, things go horribly, brutally wrong. A fellow student is callously murdered, and it seems Call's worst fears are confirmed: there is a spy in the Magisterium. No one is safe. Now, using the powerful magic they've been taught, the trio must risk their lives to track down the killer. But magic is dangerous - in the wrong hands it could bring terrible destruction. And reveal the deadliest secret of all...
Call’s palms had started to sweat.
Call gritted his teeth and wiped his hands on his pants. Hadn’t Jasper just been testing his Evil Overlordliness? That was what Call needed to focus on. Evil Overlords, even ones who might not remember Evil Overlording, shouldn’t be scared of meeting up with their friends who just happened to be girls. Call was going to be fine. He had this.
With renewed and slightly desperate optimism, he headed toward the tapestry map. He could see Tamara and Aaron, still dancing out on the floor with the others. He wondered if it had occurred to Tamara to ask him to dance, but he knew she would always choose Aaron first. He’d accepted it a long time ago. He didn’t even really mind.
Anyway, Celia had said to come alone. Which he should definitely do if this was going to be about dating. Which he really hoped it wasn’t.
According to the map, the Trophy Room wasn’t far. He headed away from the crowd, through a set of doors and down a marble corridor with small alcoves set into the walls, holding old manuscripts and artifacts. Call liked the clicking sounds his shoes made on the floor as he went. He stopped to peer at an old wristband that must have been the prototype for the one he wore. The leather had been worn thin and several of the stones were missing from their setting. He didn’t recognize the name of the mage who was on the plaque behind it, but the date of his death was 1609, which seemed like a very long time ago.
A few more steps and Call came to the Trophy Room. Over the door, a sign read awards and honors. The door was propped open, so he slipped noiselessly inside.
It was a dim, solemn room, smaller than the main hall. Like the hall, the space was illuminated by an enormous chandelier, this one with blown-glass arms in the shape of octopus tentacles, each sucker dripping with crystals, as though droplets of water clung to them. The walls were covered with a collection of plaques and medallions that must have been given to students at the Collegium.
Call was entirely alone.
He took a turn around the room, glancing at the pictures of mages on the walls, wishing for a window where he could look at a fish or something to pass the time. He was sure Celia would be along in a minute.
After a few more minutes, he decided she wasn’t coming.
He felt unexpectedly glum. If this was his first date, it was a bust.
The snake’s head slithered out of the hole just as Call’s hand skimmed the edge. It was the bright green of poison, with black eyes like two droplets of spilled ink. A tiny orange tongue flicked out, testing the air.
The hair on his arms rose. His skin crawled at the feeling of a snake sliding over him, cool and dry. Was that an illusion? It didn’t feel like an illusion. Every muscle in his body clenched as, against all his instincts, he reached deeper into the safe. He felt around for a moment, encountering more coils of some- thing that felt like smooth rope.
He shuddered involuntarily. Outside the safe, the snake began to wind its way up his arm.
“Anastasia wouldn’t have lied to the Masters, would she?” Call asked in a voice that quavered only a little. “This is an illusion, right?”
“Even if it isn’t, I don’t think you should startle it,” Tamara said, her voice sharp and nervous.
“Tamara!” Aaron scolded. “Call, we’re sure. It’s an illusion. Just keep going. You’re almost there.”
Aaron should probably have been the one to do this, Call thought. Aaron definitely wouldn’t have been seriously considering giving a high-pitched scream and bolting out of the room, not even worrying about the alarm.
But along with that thought came a tiny thread of doubt. If Aaron did want him dead, what better way than to tell Call to do something stupid. What better way than to encourage him to be brave and dumb.
No, Call told himself, Aaron isn’t like that. Aaron’s my friend.
The snake had reached Call’s neck. It started to twine, making itself into a snaky necklace … or a noose.
oh no! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARY! Here's a bit from LoS:“I haven’t told anyone but you.” Clary looked at Emma anxiously." https://t.co/VFjQcox9eK— Cassandra Clare (@cassieclare) 23 augusti 2016
Experience Cassandra Clare’s internationally bestselling world of the Shadowhunters like never before with this intricate adult coloring book featuring forty-five all-new illustrations!
From the hallowed halls of the New York Institute to the glimmering glass buildings of Alicante, from the depths of the city of bones to the forests of faerie, the world of Cassandra Clare’s Mortal Instruments series comes to life like never before in this stunning coloring book. The forty-five illustrations face text excerpts, highlighting never-before-illustrated scenes from The Mortal Instruments. With gorgeous original black-and-white drawings by Cassandra Jean, illustrator of The Bane Chronicles and Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, The Mortal Instruments Coloring Book is a must-have gift book for every Cassandra Clare fan in your life.
En grov översättning:Från New York Institutet till glasbyggnaderna i Alicante, från djupet av benstaden till skogen av féer, kommer Cassandra Clares Mortal Instruments serie till liv i en aldrig tidigare sedd målarbok. De 45 illustrationerna kommer att visa aldrig tidigare sedda scener från The Mortal Instruments. Med vackra svart-vita teckningar av Cassandra Jean, illustratören till The Bane Chronicles och Tales from the Shadowhunters Academy, är The Mortal Instruments målarboken ett måste för alla Cassandra Clare fans.
Boken kommer att innehålla 98 sidor och är beräknad av släppas i April 2017, precis som Cassies bok Lord of Shadows, bok 2 i The Dark Artifices serien.