“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.”
Precis som med Lady Midnight och Lord of Shadows - som båda är karaktärer i böckerna, så kommer det även att finnas en karaktär som kallas "Queen of Air and Darkness". Hon skall redan ha blivit introducerad i någon av de två tidigare böckerna och hon är en skurk (Villain - varför låter det så mycket bättre på engelska?).
What if damnation is the price of true love?
Innocent blood has been spilled on the steps of the Council Hall, the sacred stronghold of the Shadowhunters. In the wake of the tragic death of Livia Blackthorn, the Clave teeters on the brink of civil war. One fragment of the Blackthorn family flees to Los Angeles, seeking to discover the source of the "blight" that is destroying the race of warlocks. Meanwhile, Julian and Emma take desperate measures to put their forbidden love aside and undertake a perilous mission to Faerie to retrieve the Black Volume of the Dead. What they find in the Courts is a secret that may tear the Shadow World asunder and open a dark path into a future they could never have imagined. Caught in a race against time, Emma and Julian must save the world of Shadowhunters before the deadly power of the parabatai curse destroys them and everyone they love.
“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.”
#happybirthdayclary Happy Birthday Clary! Artwork by our Cassandra Jean. 🎉 August 23 is a special day for you, Clary, not just because you’re 27 -gasp- today but because it’s also the anniversary of your first kiss. Thanks loyal readers for sticking with me since 2007 when we first met this fiery redhead, and have a snippet from Queen of Air and Darkness in which we return briefly to a certain greenhouse…“Clary rarely went into the greenhouse, not because she didn’t like it, but because it was a special place to her. This was the place she’d really felt magic for the first time — not just known it existed, but felt it in a way that seemed to open the world to incredible possibility. It had changed little since then. She turned to Jace….” #clace #happybirthdayclary
The Shadow Market is a meeting point for faeries, werewolves, warlocks and vampires. There the Downworlders buy and sell magical objects, make dark bargains, and whisper secrets they do not want the Nephilim to know. Through two centuries, however, there has been a frequent visitor to the Shadow Market from the City of Bones, the very heart of the Shadowhunters. As a Silent Brother, Brother Zachariah is sworn keeper of the laws and lore of the Nephilim. But once he was a Shadowhunter called Jem Carstairs, and his love, then and always, is the warlock Tessa Gray. Follow Brother Zachariah and see, against the backdrop of the Shadow Market’s dark dealing and festival, Anna Lightwood’s doomed romance, Matthew Fairchild’s great sin and Tessa Gray plunged into a world war. Valentine Morgenstern buys a soul at the Market and a young Jace Wayland’s soul finds safe harbor. In the Market is hidden a lost heir and a beloved ghost, and no-one can save you once you have traded away your heart. Not even Brother Zachariah. (x)
It is only three years since Tessa Gray lost her beloved husband William Herondale, and she is searching for a reason to live, trying to find the path of being a warlock with the guidance of her friend Catarina Loss. World War 2 rains down destruction on their world, and Tessa and Catarina become nurses who make bargains at the Shadow Market for enchantments to help suffering mundanes. But can Brother Zachariah bear to see the woman he loves risk her life, or might he consider breaking sacred vows to save her from loneliness? (x)
FOR THE FIRST time in Call’s life, the house he had grown up in looked small.Alastair brought the car to a stop and they piled out alongwith Havoc, who ran along the edge of the grass, barking. Alastair glanced at Call once before locking the car — there was no suitcase to carry out, no duffel bags or luggage to worry about. Call had come home from Master Joseph’s with nothing.
The final, thrilling installment in this extraordinary series from bestselling authors Holly Black and Cassandra Clare.
A generation ago, powerful mage Constantine Madden came close to achieving what no magician had ever achieved: the ability to bring back the dead. He didn’t succeed . . . but he did find a way to keep himself alive, inside a young child named Callum Hunt.
Facing up to what he is, Callum has battled chaos and evil across four years of magical training at the Magisterium, eventually defeating the armies of chaos in an epic battle.
It came at a cost.
Now, triumphant and heartbroken, Callum Hunt has just about had enough, and is ready to complete his training. But the evil Callum faced has not given up just yet…
“Why?” Emma said, her voice shaking. “Why would something this horrible happen because of the parabatai bond? It’s supposed to be something so good. Maybe the Queen was right and it’s evil.”
And that’s a wrap... thank you. That’s all I got.— Luke Baines (@LukeBaines) 3 augusti 2018
We wrapped several hours ago for our final day on @Shadowhunters. It has been an honor to play this iconic character created by @cassieclare1 & I honestly didn’t anticipate the level of impact it would have on people all over the world. I consider it a privilege to work with this extremely special group of people. I am humbled by the love and dedication you have for these characters. I go to work everyday and do my best to fulfill my duty as an actor to transform into this fictional character that feels real, authentic and genuine. But most importantly, to provide you entertainment to forget all your woes for a little while. So proud of this cast and crew for what we accomplished in 55 episodes. I thought this would be a fun pic to share of my transition into MB and my transition out. Thank you to Ed Decter, Michael Reisz, Todd Slavkin, Darren Swimmer, Matt Hastings, FreeForm and Constantine for allowing me to play in this world. ✌🏼 & ❤️!!!! #ShadowhuntersLegacy
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” - Winnie the Pooh. Truly, #Shadowhunters has been an angelic blessing. Playing Clary is an honor that has taught me more than I can express. She is strong, courageous, compassionate, badass, and broken, and I love every little imperfect piece of her. She will always be a part of me and I’d like to think I left a little part of me with her. Beyond that, the family created from the cast and crew, to the writers and producers, to you angels is something to be cherished. Being a part of a story that resonates for so many people and has a real positive influence on their lives is a rare gift and privilege that I will forever treasure. We have been breathing rarified air here in the Shadow World, whether or not we knew it. This experience is lightning in a bottle and I will spend the rest of my life trying to find it again. However, if you take anything with you from this, take this: the story doesn’t end here. It lives on and continues in all of us as we carry on the #ShadowhuntersLegacy as a group of people who stand for acceptance, love, and unity. Hail and farewell, angels. All my love . You know what they say... when one door closes... 🖤⚔️✨
There are no words. And until my mascara is allowed to run, I won’t even try.❤️❤️❤️ https://t.co/4antz0kVP6— Nicola CorreiaDamude (@NicolaNCD) 3 augusti 2018
Last day BTS pic.twitter.com/ngNJiHnkns— Todd Slavkin (@toddzer1) 3 augusti 2018
“Octavian.” It was Magnus’s voice. He was standing in the doorway still, looking down at the small tearstained boy in front of him. There was a great weariness in his eyes, but also an immense compassion: the kind of compassion that came with great old age.
He seemed as if he would have said more, but Rafe and Max had joined him. Silently they filed down the steps and went over to Tavvy; Rafe was nearly as tall as he was, though he was only five. He reached to hug Tavvy, and Max did too—and to Mark’s surprise, Tavvy seemed to relax slightly, allowing the embraces, nodding when Max said something to him in a quiet voice.
Helen got to her feet, and Mark wondered if his face wore the same expression hers did, of pain and shame. Shame that they could not do more to comfort a younger brother who barely knew them.
“It’s all right,” Simon said. “Look, you tried.”
“We did not succeed,” said Mark.
“You can’t fix grief,” said Simon. “A rabbi told me that when my father died. The only thing that fixes grief is time, and the love of the people who care about you, and Tavvy has that.” He squeezed Mark’s shoulder briefly. “Take care of yourself,” he said. “Shelo ted’u od tza’ar, Mark Blackthorn.”
Whoops, I guess the word is out. So so excited to FINALLY be able to share that I am playing Helen Blackthorn on @ShadowhuntersTV. It's an honor. Love this character, love this show, love this fandom. #SaveShadowhunters. 💕 https://t.co/yhqsqf3yzk— Sydney Meyer (@meyers48) 2 augusti 2018
Diego sighed. “Yes, I disappointed Cristina and I lost her regard—you must understand what that is like. To have let down someone you loved. To have disappointed yourself.”
“Maybe not exactly,” said Kieran, with a shadow of his old wryness. “Nobody calls me Perfect Kieran.”
“I don’t call myself Perfect Diego!” Diego protested, feeling that the conversation had degenerated. “Nobody would call themselves that!”