Happy Birthday, Bane! To celebrate, a snippet from Red Scrolls of Magic!
A group of drunken faeries stumbled past. The celebration was noticeably ratcheting up in decibels and wildness. Catarina waited until they were alone again to continue. “You’re in this mess and you still have a Shadowhunter with you?” she demanded. “Magnus, I knew you were seeing him, but this is a long way past having fun. It’s his duty to tell the Clave about you founding this cult. They’ll hear the rumor you’re lead-ing it eventually, whether your Lightwood tells them or not. The Nephilim won’t look any further for a culprit. The Nephilim do not admit weakness. There is no room in their hearts for pity or mercy. I have seen the children of the Angel murder their own for breaking their precious Law. Magnus, we’re talking about your life.”
“Catarina,” said Magnus, “I love him.”
She stared at him. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, swept by storms and with treasure sunk below the waves. She had worn a plague mask during real plagues. She had seen so many tragedies, and they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.“Are you sure?” she said quietly. “You always hope for the best, but this time hope is too dangerous. This one could hurt you worse than the others. This one could get you killed.”
“Perhaps you are not confused,” she said in a whisper. “But I am. You confuse me very much.”
“Cristina,” Kieran whispered. He touched her face lightly; she leaned into the warmth of his hand, and his fingers slipped across her cheek to her mouth. He outlined the shape of her lips with his fingertips, his eyes half-closed.
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Queen snippet for today: Julian's expression was nakedly vulnerable. “Unless you don’t feel that way about me anymore,” he said. “If you’d stopped loving me, I wouldn’t blame you.” “I guess that would solve our problem,” Emma said, without thinking. Julian flinched.
Julian's expression was nakedly vulnerable. “Unless you don’t feel that way about me anymore,” he said. “If you’d stopped loving me, I wouldn’t blame you.” "I guess that would solve our problem,” Emma said, without thinking. Julian flinched.
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Today's snippet from QUAD: Shade glared. “I was asleep. It’s three in the morning.” The sleeping bag wiggled. A moment later Church crawled out, making chirping noises. He curled up on top of the bag, blinking his large yellow eyes. “That isn’t very loyal,” Ty said, looking at Church sternly. Shade yawned. “We’ve known each other a long time, that cat and I. We had some things to catch up on.” #qoaad #tda
“We should stay away from each other,” she said. “Like Magnus said.”
“I know. I wouldn’t have come to see you, but there was something I wanted to ask.” He let the knife go. It sank into the wall beside one of Emma’s. She felt a twist of grim pride; people often underestimated how good a Shadowhunter Julian was. “It’s kind of a strange question, but if you were going to think of a symbol, one thing that made you think of Livvy — what would it be?”
“Her saber,” Emma said. “Why?”
“It — doesn’t matter.” His voice was husky. “We probably shouldn’t talk about emotional things.”
“So what can we talk about? Not our feelings, not your family — what?”
“We throw ourselves into what’s happening,” Julian said. “We do everything we can to take down the Cohort.”
It was Emma’s turn to grab a knife. She threw it hard, viciously, and it hit the wall hard enough to crack the wood.
Emma raised her sword. “Then strike me down now.”
Zara took a step backward. “I said you had twenty-four hours.”
Rage sizzled through Emma’s nerves. “And I said strike me down now.” She whipped the sword toward Zara; it caught the edge of Zara’s cloak and sliced through it. “You came here. You challenged me. So fight me!”
“Emma,” Julian whispered. “Your Marks . . .” She shook her head, tears bitter in the back of her throat. "It’s done."
Adaon leaned his big hands on the back of a chair. “Why did you come here?” he said. “Why did you bring me this news?” He shook his head. “It is possible my father will spare him. He is well liked by the people.”
“You know your father will kill him for just that reason,” said Cristina. Her voice shook. “Before the Hunt no one in Kieran’s life ever loved or cared for him at all, save you. Are you really going to abandon him now?”
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There are times, I think, where we’re each called. Where we can choose to rise up or not to rise up.
Diana sank back in her seat. Whatever had happened, she knew it was no fault of Kieran’s or the others’, but she could feel the mood of the crowd: stark horror. No one would want to hear a defense of them now.
“My God, what’s he going to do?” she whispered, half to herself. “What’s Horace going to do to Diego and the others?”
Dru wrinkled up her nose. “I have to be the bad guy?”
“Come on,” said Kit. “You’ll get to boss us around. Don’t tell me you won’t enjoy it a little bit.”
She grinned. “Yeah, probably. Okay, deal. I’ll see you there.”
Kit turned to unlock the door and let himself out. Then paused. Without looking at Dru, he said, “I’ve spent my whole life lying and tricking people. So why is it so hard for me to lie to this one person? To Ty?”
Tavvy was running over to see what was happening, and Jaime was asking if Dru still had the knife he'd given her, and she couldn't help smiling, her first real smile since Livvy.
Jaime came back, Dru thought. Finally, someone didn't leave — they came back instead.
As long as you exist and I exist, I will love you.
Julian took a swig from the bottle. “I felt like I was being torn apart inside,” he said matter-of-factly. “To stand there and say those things about Livvy—to call that bastard monster ‘sir’—to keep from ripping Annabel limb from limb—”
“Do it now, then,” said a voice from the shadows. “Rip me apart, if you can.”
Vem tror ni den mystiska rösten från skuggorna tillhör? Annabel eller någon annan?
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Det verkar alltså som att fedrottningen vet hur Parabatai-banden kan brytas. Men menar hon då att ALLA band kommer att upplösas?
“Oh, very well,” said the Queen, and in her eyes Emma saw an odd light of eagerness. Perhaps she was more desperate for the book than Emma had thought? “As a sign of my good faith, I will give you part of what I promised. I will tell you, Julian, how certain bonds might be broken. But I will not tell her.” She gestured at Emma. “That was not part of the bargain.”
Grief does not make us weak, it makes us human.
"If we're an army, what are we called?" said Simon.
Julian turned and unpinned the rolled-up canvas hanging on the wall behind him, which had been held in place with tacks. A gasp went up as it unfurled.
Julian had painted a banner, the kind an army would carry before it in wartime. The central item was a saber, point down, painted a shimmering pale gold. Behind the saber spread a pair of angel's wings, while on each side clustered symbols of Downworld—a star for vampires, a spell book for warlocks, a moon for werewolves, and a four-leafed clover for faeries.
Dangling from the hilt of the saber, so small many would not be able to see it, was a locket with a circle of thorns on the front.
"We are called Livia's Watch," Julian said, and Emma saw Ty sit up straighter in his chair. "We carry this banner in honor of my sister, so that all who have been hurt by the Cohort will not be forgotten."
Till citatet delade även Cassie följande bild på hur bannerna för Livia's Watch ser ut. Denna illustration kommer att finnas med i alla första utgåvor av boken.
“Annabel,” said the King. “Ash. I have had this day some interesting tidings.”
Sometimes you need to guard people against the things they want, as well as the things they fear.
“Kier,” Mark said, and he saw Kieran shiver at the use of the old nickname. “Today you stood up and offered all your powers as a prince and faerie to save my family. How can you not know how I feel?”
Kieran was staring at his own hand, where it hovered at the edge of Mark’s shirt collar… Mark’s arms hooked around Kieran’s neck, drawing him down into a kiss.
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Livvy’s voice was steady.
"I'm here on my own account," Magnus said, in a low and distant voice. "I need your help. There is absolutely no one else that I can ask."
"That's not what I ..." Julian pushed sopping-wet hair out of his eyes, his voice trailing off in realization. "You're remembering someone."