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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

Ett inlägg delat av Cassie Clare (@cassieclare1) 30 Nov 2018 kl. 2:35 PST

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!”

“The Blackthorns and that Emma wouldn’t dare say anything against us anyway,” said Zara. “We still hold their secret in the palms of our hands.” She touched Cortana’s hilt. “Besides, nothing of theirs will be theirs for much longer, not even the Institute.”

Zara was also a true believer, Manuel thought with some distaste. She was a stick and a bore and he had never believed Diego Rocio Rosales actually saw anything in her; on balance, he seemed to have turned out to be right. He suspected Diego had been punished as much for rejecting Zara as for helping some idiot faerie.

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? 

Om ni är snabba med att läsa så får ni kanske svaret om 2 veckor då boken släpps. 

“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.

“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."

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....

“Mark!” Kieran said again, and this time the catch in his voice was alarm. He ran toward Mark, drawing Cristina after him, his hand in hers. They stumbled together into the center of the clearing just as a contingent of faerie guards burst into the clearing, their torches blazing like banners against the night.

With them was Manuel Villalobos.

"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."

Part 1: Feel No Sorrow 

1. Death Looks Down

2. Melancholy Waters 

3. Eternal Rest 

4. Nothing That Is Ours 

5. Wilderness of Glass 

6. From a Proud Tower 

7. Stone Flowers 

8. Long-Forgotten Bowers 

9. Up Kingly Halls 

10. Many a Marvellous Shrine 

11. Some Far Off Happier Sea 

12. Beneath the Sky 

13. Babylon

14. The Viol, The Violet and the Vine 

15. Turrets and Shadows 

16. A Thousand Thrones 

Part 2: Thule

17. In A Strange City

18. Hell Rising

19. The Jewelled Dead

20. The Hours are Breathing

21. No Rays from Heaven

22. The Worst and the Best

23. That Winds May Be

24. The Long Night Time

25. By Lifting Winds

26. A Stir in the Air

27. Far and Free

Part 3: Lady Vengeance

28. And Shadows There

29. Tempt The Waters

30. The Riches There That Lie

31. A Redder Glow

32. Heaven Come Down

33. Reverence

34. The City In The Sea

35. Epilogue

___________

Namnen i sig säger ju inte så mycket om själva storyn, men lite kul är det väl ändå att veta dem, eller?

"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."

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!"

"We might as well talk, Mark," Kieran said. A bright moon had risen; it illuminated the dark ocean, turned it to a sheet of black and silver glass, the colors of Kieran's eyes. The night desert was alive with the sound of cicadas. Kieran was walking beside Mark with his hands looped behind him, deceptively human-looking in jeans and t-shirt. He had drawn the line at donning any gear. "It does us no good to ignore each other."

"I have missed you," Mark said. There seemed no point in not being honest. "Nor did I intend to ignore you, or to hurt you. I apologize."

Kieran looked up, a surprised flash under dark lashes. "There is no need to apologize." He hesitated. "I have had, as you say here in the mortal world, a lot on my mind."

Mark hid a smile in the dusk. It was irritatingly cute when Kieran used modern phrases.

Ty touched his hand absently to the locket at his throat. "That was good. You did a really good job, Dru."

"Yep. You kept your cool," said Kit. He glanced up and down the street. "I'd suggest we go get milkshakes or something to celebrate but this is kind of a dark alley situation."

"Shadowhunters don’t worry about dark alleys," said Dru.

"Have you learned nothing from the death of Batman's parents?" said Kit, feigning shock.

Ty smiled. And for the first time since Livvy had died, Dru laughed.

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“We have a lot of allies,” Julian said, sounding surprised.

Emma stuck her tongue out at him. “We have a lot of friends, Julian,” she said. “We have a lot of friends.”

After Brother Zachariah was transformed by heavenly fire and returned to his life as Jem Carstairs, several regulars of the Shadow Market sent him an embroidered cloak with a note that said “You’ll always be our favorite Silent Brother.”