- Har du sett omslaget? Det är hisnande! Illustrationerna ser fantastiska ut, omslaget är tyg-över-pärm med folie för texten och bilden. Det ser bättre ut i din hand än det gör på skärmen.
- Den kommer att se fantastisk ut på din bokhylla.
Det är inte bara omslaget som är helt fantastiskt, hela boken är det! Med sidokanter i guld, kommer du att vilja ha boken på din hylla tillsammans med dina andra deluxe utgåvor Den ser ut som något som du kan hitta på en hylla i ett Instituts bibliotek.
- För att göra din samling komplett
- Bonus material
KaraktärsporträttSex hel-sidor med karaktärsporträtt kan hittas i boken! Bilderna är fenomenala och du kommer inte vilja gå miste om att se dina favoritkaraktärer på det här sättet.
Svartvita illustrationerBoken är fylld med svartvita illustrationer! Ett helt nytt sätt att uppleva läsningen av City of Bones.
För att fira tio år av skuggjägare
Vi älskar väl alla den skuggjägarevärld som Cassandra Clare har skapat, så låt oss fira! Efter så många böcker, är det bästa sättet att fira att få tag i ett exemplar av jubileumsboken.
Det är ett utmärkt tillfälle att återigen läsa serienVare sig du läste City of Bones när den släpptes för 10 år sedan eller om du bara nyligen hade möjligheten att läsa den, är det här en bok som är rolig att läsa om och om igen. Varje gång jag läser boken upptäcker jag nya saker som jag inte tänkt på förut. Och vilket fantastiskt tillfälle är det inte att återigen börja läsa serien med jubileums utgåvan.
- För att göra en vän besatt
Har du någon vän som du har tjatat på att läsa boken? Eller har du väntat på det perfekta tillfället för att introducera någon till skuggjägare-världen? Tja, den här utgåvan är perfekt för det! Det är en vacker present som vem som helst kommer att tycka om, så se till att köpa några extra exemplar för kommande födelsedagar, helgdagar, eller bara en helt vanlig dag som du vill göra lite extra speciell för någon annan.
För att det är en Cassandra Clare bokSeriöst, du borde köpa alla böcker som hon släpper. Jag älskar Cassandra Clare och min bokhylla skulle inte vara komplett utan alla hennes böcker i den.
Kit glanced around, wondering if the growing number of people was bothering Ty. He hated crowds. Magnus and Alec were standing with their kids near the Consul; they were with a beautiful black-haired girl with eyebrows just like Alec’s and a boy — well, he was probably in his twenties — with untidy brown hair. The boy gave Kit a considering look that seemed to say you look familiar. Several people had done the same. Kit guessed it was because he looked like Jace, if Jace had suffered a sudden and unexpected height, muscle and overall hotness reduction.
- The Silver Mask* (Magisterium #4) - 10 Oktober
- The Mortal Instruments: The Graphic Novel, Vol. 1** - 31 Oktober
- City of Bones (Stad av Skuggor) - 10 års jubileumsutgåva - 7 November
- The Enemy of Death* (Magisterium #5, sista boken): Augusti, September eller Oktober
- Queen of Air and Darkness (The Dark Artifices #3) - Hösten 2018
- The Red Scrolls of Magic*** (The Eldest Curses #1, även kallade för “Malec böckerna”) - 5 Mars
- Chain of Gold (The Last Hours #1): - på hösten?
- The Eldest Curses #2*** - på våren?
- Chain of Iron (The Last Hours, # 2) - på hösten?
- The Eldest Curses #3*** - på våren?
- Chain of Thorns (The Last Hours, #3) - på hösten?
- The Wicked Powers: Finns ännu inte med i schemat!
* skriven tillsammans med Holly Black
** ytterligare volymer kommer att komma
*** skriven tillsammans med Wesley Chu
Och även en ännu hemlig high fantasy (högfantasy) roman (eller trilogi) som inte har något med Skuggjägareböckerna att göra.
8/23/1991 Happy birthday, Clary Fairchild/Fray! I remember when you were a spark in my eye. Today you're 26 fictional years old and 12 years from the day your name was first scribbled on paper. We'll see you again in Queen of Air and Darkness but in the meantime, here's an exclusive look at Cassandra Jean's portrait of Clary in the 10th Anniversary edition of City of Bones (link in bio.) Acoording to her Clave files ,the Inquisitor's recommended action regarding Clary is to: WATCH CAREFULLY. That's right, Imogen -- cause she's a badass.
He bent down and tore a strip of material from the shirt he’d worn at the Council meeting. It was stiff and dark with his sister’s dried blood.
He tied it around his wrist. It would stay there, he told himself, until he had vengeance. Until there was justice. Until everyone he loved was safe.
Vilken bok tror ni att citatet kommer ifrån?
Here’s a look at Alec’s portrait:
And his file:
Official Clave File—DO NOT REMOVE FROM OFFICE OF THE INQUISITOR
Updated: September 2007
Name: Alexander Gideon Lightwood
Birth date: September 12, 1989
Scars/physical characteristics: Black hair, blue eyes. Voyance rune on right hand, parabatai rune on right shoulder.
Points of interest: Alexander Lightwood grew up in the New York Institute, the child of exiled former Circle members Robert and Maryse Lightwood. Despite his isolation, Alexander seems to have grown into a loyal Shadowhunter, with a strong sense of duty to the Covenant.
Strengths: Sensible, obedient, skilled with bow.
Weaknesses: Alexander is a Lightwood. They tend to be easily led. This is evidenced by the fact that Alexander has been coerced into forming the parabatai bond with Jonathan Morgenstern, who is almost certainly an agent of Valentine. This bond took place against my advice, as I was overruled by Brother Zachariah.
Significant relationships: Maryse Lightwood, mother. Robert Lightwood, father. Isabelle Lightwood, sister. Maxwell Lightwood, brother. Jonathan Morgenstern, parabatai and foster brother. Hodge Starkweather, former tutor.
Recommended actions: Alexander is the only member of the Lightwood family who is truly loyal to the Clave. If he is ever freed from his bond with Jonathan, he should be recommended for promotion.
Se till att skiva upp er för Cassies e-mail lista för att få exklusiva citat, nyheter och bilder på hennes katt Reginald.
Har ni ännu inte skrivit upp er för att få Cassies nyhetsbrev så är det högtid att göra det nu om ni vill få exklusiva citat, nyheter och några bilder på Cassies katt Reginald.
Fear prickled up and down Emma’s arms like goosebumps. Since she was twelve, she had been terrified of the ocean: she had always believed her parents had died in it, dragged below the surface by Raziel knew what, choked to death on bitter seawater. The surge and crash of waves, the imagined black velvet of the ocean’s depths, had filled her nightmares.
Even when she found out her parents had been murdered on dry land by Malcolm Fade, their bodies thrown into the sea after death, the fear remained. She reached for it now, welcomed it in. She could feel it filling the empty spaces, the hollows left by grief.
She glanced back down at the sea. The surging whirlpool below, the waves slamming like dark blue walls against sheer needles of stone, looked like a painting of a maelstrom, a photograph of a hellscape taken from a safe distance.
The wind screamed in Emma’s ears like a warning. Another wave hurled itself against the cliffs, sending up an explosion of spray. Emma smiled grimly into the wind and salt, and jumped.
That’s right, Clace! Original Coke. This was written on request as a gift for a friend who did something kind for me: it is, however, canon with the books and takes place while Clary and Jace are on their mission in Faerie in LoS. (If you squint, you can even guess when.) Clary struggles with what it means to love and keep secrets, and sexy times are had. Definitely R-rated, and with extremely sexy art by Aegisdea (a tiny bit excerpted above): so, warnings for sexual content both visual and textual.
Some spoilers for LoS; Clary and Jace are about 22, 23 here.
For Virna, Mari and Julia.
And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an every where.
— John Donne
Clary was standing over her own dead body.
There was wasteland all around, and a dull wind stirred Clary’s hair. It reminded her a little of the volcanic bare countryside around the Adamant Citadel, though the sky here looked almost burned — there were streaks of red and black char hanging in the air instead of clouds.
She could hear voices calling in the distance. She heard them every time she was here. They never got close enough to help her. She was lying on the ground, and there was blood on her face, in her hair, on her gear. Her eyes were open, green, staring sightlessly at the sky.
Clary began to kneel, to touch herself on the shoulder, when the ground beneath her gave a shudder and a jerk, and she heard someone shout her name — she whirled, and it all slid away from her as if she were tumbling from the crest of a wave. She gasped, choking, and jerked awake.
For a moment, disoriented, she had no idea where she was. She was lying on a blanket on grass, staring up at a sky full of multicolored stars. They seemed to turn above her as if she was staring into a kaleidoscope. She could hear music in the distance, soft and insistent. An unfamiliar tune, but a singular kind of melody.
Faerie. She was in Faerie. With —
“Clary?” It was Jace’s sleepy, puzzled voice. He had rolled onto his side next to her. They both slept in their training clothes here, never knowing if they’d be safe during the night. Their weapons were close at hand, too, and Clary was glad the nights were warm because she had kicked her way free of the light blanket while she was dreaming. “Are you all right?”
She swallowed. She could still feel the goosebumps on her skin. “Bad dream.”
>>>> FORTSÄTT LÄSA <<<<<
That night, though, Call didn’t dream, and when he woke up, there was a guard outside his cell, holding his tray of breakfast.
“You’ve got another visitor,” the guard said, looking at Call sideways. He was pretty sure all the guards were still waiting for him to slay them with that charisma.
Call sat up. “Who is it?”
The guard shrugged. “Some student from your school.”
Call’s heart began to pound. It was Tamara. It had to be Tamara. Who else would visit him?
He barely noticed the guard sliding the breakfast tray through the narrow opening at the bottom of the door. He was too busy sitting up straight and running his fingers through his tangled hair, trying to calm it and figure out what to say to Tamara when she came in.
Hey, how are you doing, sorry I let our best friend get killed …
The door opened and his visitor came through, walking between two guards. It was a Magisterium student — that was true.
But it wasn’t Tamara…