All Magnus Bane wanted was a vacation—a lavish trip across Europe with Alec Lightwood, the Shadowhunter who against all odds is finally his boyfriend. But as soon as the pair settles in Paris, an old friend arrives with news about a demon-worshipping cult called the Crimson Hand that is bent on causing chaos around the world. A cult that was apparently founded by Magnus himself. Years ago. As a joke.

Now Magnus and Alec must race across Europe to track down the Crimson Hand and its elusive new leader before the cult can cause any more damage. As if it wasn’t bad enough that their romantic getaway has been sidetracked, demons are now dogging their every step, and it is becoming harder to tell friend from foe. As their quest for answers becomes increasingly dire, Magnus and Alec will have to trust each other more than ever—even if it means revealing the secrets they’ve both been keeping. (x)

As they walked back toward the car, Magnus glanced at Alec and tossed his keys from hand to hand.

“We’ll go faster if two of us are sharing driving duties,” Alec offered hopefully.

“Ever driven stick before?”

Alec hesitated. “Can’t be harder than shooting a bow and arrow while riding a horse at a full gallop.”

“It’s definitely not,” said Magnus. “Besides, you have superhuman reflexes. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He threw Alec the keys and slid into the passenger’s seat with a smile. Alec grinned and jogged over to the driver’s seat.

Magnus suggested some practice loops in the parking lot.

“You have to lift your left foot as you’re applying gas with the right foot,” he said. Alec looked at him.

“Oh no,” he said dryly. “I have to move both feet at the same time. How can I possibly handle such demands of my agility.” He turned back, applied the gas, and was rewarded with a high-pitched screech, like a banshee in a trap. Magnus smiled but did not say anything.

Soon enough, of course, Alec was maneuvering competently enough around the lot.

“Ready to take the show on the road?” Magnus asked.

Alec only answered with a smile as he peeled out of the lot. A whoop of delight and surprise escaped from his throat as the Maserati fishtailed on the narrow street. They turned onto a straightaway and Alec punched the acceleration.

“We’re going very fast,” said Shinyun. “Why are we going so fast?”

The low friendly growl of the little red convertible filled the air. Alec glanced over to see Magnus put on his sunglasses and rest his elbow on the door as he leaned over the side and smiled at the rush of the wind across his face.

Alec was glad to be able to give Magnus a break. Also, he hadn’t realized this kind of wild, dramatic driving was a thing available to him. When he thought of cars he thought of Manhattan: far too many vehicles, not nearly enough road, chugging slowly and unhappily through the veins of the city. There, being on foot was liberation. Here in the Tuscan countryside, though, this car was its own kind of liberation, a thrilling kind. He looked over at his unbearably handsome boyfriend, hair blown back and eyes closed behind his shades. Sometimes, his life was okay. He willfully ignored the grumpy warlock ride-along in the backseat.

For the next hour, they followed the Apennines through the heart of Tuscany. To their left were sunset-soaked golden fields spanning to the horizon, and to their right were rows of stone villas on hilltops overlooking a green vineyard sea. Cypress trees whispered in the wind.

It was black night by the time they reached what Magnus said was called the Chianti mountain range. Alec didn’t look. He felt pretty confident handling the Maserati by now, but managing a stick shift along the many sharp turns while driving near the edge of a cliff in the dark was an entirely separate and existentially threatening experience.

What made the situation even more harrowing was that the headlights only bought them a few dozen feet of visibility, so all they could see were a narrow stretch of road in front, the sheer face of the mountain, and the cliff edge that led to the open sky. Only one of those options was any good.

Alec managed to downshift correctly on the first few turns, but sweat stung his eyes.

“Are you all right?” Magnus asked.

“I’m great,” Alec said quickly.

He fought demons for a living. This was driving, a thing even mundanes did without any unusual talents or sense-enhancing runes. All he had to do was focus.

He was holding on to the steering wheel too tight, and he jerked the stick every time he had to shift around a hard turn.

Alec mistimed a particularly difficult bend that sent the car veering out of control. He tried to punch the accelerator and even out but ended up hitting the brake, sending them spinning down a steep decline.

The vista before them was not a welcome sight. It meant they were going right off a cliff.

Alec threw an arm up to shield Magnus, and Magnus grabbed his arm. Alec had felt this strange connected feeling once before, on a ship in troubled waters: Magnus reaching out for him, needing his strength. He turned his hand under Magnus’s hand and linked their fingers, feeling nothing but the warm strong impulse to reach back.

The car had just skidded off the road and dipped over the side when it came to a sudden stop, the two spinning front wheels touching nothing but air and soft blue magic. It hovered for a moment and then righted itself, and rolled back onto the narrow dirt path next to the road.

“I told you we were going too fast,” said Shinyun mildly from the backseat.

Alec held on fast to Magnus’s hand, his own clasped against Magnus’s chest. A warlock’s heart beat differently from a human’s. Magnus’s heartbeat was a reassurance in the dark. Alec already knew it well.

“It’s just a tiny little cliff,” said Magnus. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

Alec and Magnus got out of the car. Magnus threw his arms out wide as if he was going to embrace the night sky. Alec walked to the cliff’s edge and looked over, whistling at the long, sheer drop down to the ravine. He looked off to the side at a small dirt trail leading to a clearing jutting out from the cliff. He beckoned to Magnus. “It’s pretty dangerous driving at night. Maybe we should stay here.”

Magnus looked around. “Just . . . here?”

“Camping could be fun,” said Alec. “We can toast marshmallows. You’d need to summon supplies from somewhere, of course.” Shinyun had climbed out of the car and was coming over to join them. “Let me guess,” she said to Magnus in flat tones. “Darling, your idea of camping is when the hotel doesn’t have a minibar.” Magnus blinked at her.

“I beat you to that joke,” Shinyun informed him.

Magnus lifted his eyes to the night sky. Alec could see the silver curve of a crescent moon reflected in the gold of his eyes. It matched the sudden curve of Magnus’s smile.

“All right,” said Magnus. “Let’s have fun.”

“Magnus Bane! I thought it was you.”

Magnus turned toward the voice. “Johnny Rook! What are you doing in Paris?”
Johnny Rook was one of the rare mundanes who had the ability to see the Shadow World. He was usually based at the Los Angeles Shadow Market.

Magnus surveyed Johnny unenthusiastically. He wore a black trench coat and sunglasses (though it was night), with short Caesar-cut dirty blond hair and five o’clock scruff. There was something slightly off about his face: Magnus had heard a rumor that Johnny had hired faeries to permanently magically enhance his features, but if it was true, Magnus felt Johnny had wasted his money. The man was also known as Rook the Crook, and he was committed to his aesthetic.

About to ask the same of you,” said Johnny, avidly curious.

“Vacation,” Magnus said noncommittally. “How is your son? Cat, is it?”

“Kit. He’s a good boy. Growing like a sprout. Quick hands, very useful in my line of work.”

“You have your child picking pockets?”

“Some of that. Some passing on trifles like keys. Some sleight of hand. All sorts. He’s multitalented.”

“Isn’t he about ten years old?” Magnus asked.

Johnny shrugged. “He’s very advanced.”

“Clearly.”

“Looking for anything special at the Market? Perhaps I can be of service.”

Magnus closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly. Against his better judgment he said casually, “What do you know about the Crimson Hand?”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Culties. Worship Asmodeus.”

Magnus’s heart gave a hard, spiky thump. “Asmodeus?”

Would he have to tell Alec that Asmodeus was his father? Alec had never asked who Magnus’s demon parent was and Magnus had no desire to tell him. Most warlocks were fathered or mothered by ordinary demons. It was Magnus’s bad luck that his father was one of Hell’s Nine Princes.

“Asmodeus?” he said again to Johnny. “Are you sure?”

The Lost World, co-written by Kelly Link:
While at the Scholomance, Ty and Livvy test the limits of Livvy’s ghostly powers, while Jem and Tessa prepare for the birth of their child.

Forever Fallen, co-written by Sarah Rees Brennan
The Jace Herondale who crossed into our world from Thule is torn between his feeling of responsibility to Ash, who is ever-increasing in power, and his desire to take back the life he lost from the Jace of our world, by force if necessary. Meanwhile, in the peaceful countryside of England, Kit Herondale struggles to adjust to a new life and a new family, and to forget Ty.

• Säsong 3B av Shadowhunters har premiär 25 februari.
• The Red Scrolls of Magic - bok 1 ur serien The Eldest Curses släpps 2 april.
• Ghosts of the Shadow Market boken med alla noveller plus två extra noveller släpps 4 juni.
• Chain of Gold - bok 1 ur serien The Last Hours släpps 19 november.

Som vanligt får ni gärna komma med förslag om vad jag skall skriva om eller om det är något som ni gärna vill veta mer om som berör Cassie, Shadowhunters eller skuggjägare i allmänhet. Tveka inte att kontakta mig antingen genom bloggen, Facebook eller e-mail. All info om detta hittar ni i menyn till höger (om ni besöker sidan via en dator).

 

Jag ser framemot ett nytt spännande skuggjägare-år tillsammans med er!

 

• Vi har fått flera bilder från Cassandra Clare och Cassandra Jeans projekt Skuggjägare & Sagor.
• Vi har fått citat från flera av Cassies kommande bokserier som t.ex. The Last Hours.
• I maj fick vi se omslaget till The Mortal Instruments: The Graphic Novel Vol. 2 - som släpptes 30 oktober.
• När Cassie hade medverkat på BookCon fick vi reda på en hel del om hennes kommande böcker och andra projekt. Ni kan läsa denna underbara artikelserie skriven av en av mina läsare Magdalena genom att klicka på länkarna:
  Cassandra Clare på BookCon: The Dark Artifices - del 1
  Cassandra Clare på BookCon: The Dark Artifices - del 2
  Cassandra Clare på BookCon: Magic & Power-panel
  Cassandra Clare på BookCon: Intervju med Epic Reads
• Magisterium 5: The Golden Tower - som Cassie skrivit tillsammans med Holly Black släpptes i september.
• Vi har fått se det supersnygga omslaget till Chain of Gold.

 

 

• Queen of Air and Darkness
• Shadowhunters säsong 3A
• Shadowhunters vinster på PCA - trots att serien lagts ned lyckades serien vinna stort.

 

Gott Nytt År alla underbara läsare!

Jag är så oerhört tacksam för att ni ytterligare ett år har följt mig och denna lilla blogg. Ni är guld värda som varje dag tittar in för att se om det finns något nytt avsnitt uppe, ni är underbara alla ni som gillar mina ibland lite knasiga inlägg, och alla ni som diskuterar Shadowhuntersavsnitt och kommer med frågor om både det ena och det andra - jag gillar er alla lika mycket. Och speciellt ni som kan stå ut med att det ibland inte kommer upp något alls på bloggen under några dagar - det är för er ALLA som jag uppdaterar bloggen med det som finns att skriva om.

 

Utan er underbara läsare skulle jag inte ha någon blogg alls. Varje år skriver jag hur mycket ni betyder för mig och det är sant. Jag har funderat på att sluta blogga om och när serien Shadowhunters läggs ned och det verkar vara under våren.

Men samtidigt tycker jag att detta är så kul - att få skriva för er. Och Cassandra Clare har ju en hel del böcker kvar att ge ut, så jag tror nog jag kommer att försöka hålla bloggen levande med Cassie- och boknyheter efter att Shadowhunters sista avsnitt visats.

 

Nu lägger vi 2018 bakom oss - ett väldigt händelserikt år för Shadowhunters. Och blickar framåt mot ett nytt år som vi ännu inte vet vad det kommer att fyllas av. Förhoppningsvis får vi underbara avsnitt av Shadowhunters och Cassandra kommer ju att släppa minst 3 böcker nästa år.

Titta in i bloggen i morgon för att se vad 2019 har att erbjuda.

 

Tills dess... Gott Nytt År!

YOU. ARE. LOVED.

This is the best message for Alec on his birthday I could think of. Alec, my love, I remember inventing you and loving you when no one else had met you; I remember thinking of one of my best friends, who is now no longer with us, and wanting to give him the happy ending that he never got. 

Alec, you will get the moon and the stars, the leadership you deserve, and the man you love. And there’s still so much more for you to experience. :)

Thank you Cassandra Jean for this gorgeous art!

And now a snippet from Red Scrolls. Don’t worry I’ve got a little Malecy one for later, but I wanted to post something just about Alec, his heart and his growth.

"Helen," Alec said. "The Clave tells us not to trust Downworlders. Despite the Accords, despite everything, we all get indoctrinated, and we —" He broke off, looking up at the clear, cold stars. "I used to follow the rules because I thought it would keep everyone I cared about safe," he said. "But I’ve started to realize that everyone I care about is a bigger group and a different group than the Clave was built to accept."

"So what are you suggesting we do?" Helen said.

"We change the Clave," said Alec. "From inside. We make new Laws. Better ones."

"Institute Heads can suggest new laws," said Aline. "Your mother —"

"I want to do this myself," said Alec. "I’ve realized — I don’t need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It’s the world that needs to change, and we’re going to be the ones to change it."

“What was that noise?” Alec asked, mildly alarmed.

“Oh, it’s just Jace,” Isabelle said dismissively. “Hands off, Jace! He called me.”

“No, the sound like a thousand trashcan lids falling out of the sky.”

“Oh, Jace was swinging a big axe on a chain when you called,” Isabelle said. “Jace! Your axe is stuck in the wall. Don’t worry about unimportant things, Alec. Update me on the important stuff. How is Magnus, and I don’t mean his wellbeing?“

Alec coughed.

“I mean, how are his skills, and I’m not talking about the magical ones,” Isabelle clarified.

“I understand what you mean!” said Alec.

Alec did not exactly have an answer for Isabelle on that particular topic. When he and Magnus had been dating in New York, there had been several times when Alec really wanted to take things farther, but he wasn’t sure of how he felt. He was scared by the immensity of how much he felt. They had only ever made out. Magnus had never pushed. Then the war came, and after the war Magnus asked him on vacation to Europe, and Alec said yes. Alec had presumed they both understood that meant Alec was ready to go anywhere and do anything with Magnus. He was nervous, but he wanted to try all of it: having a future together, going as far as they could go, in every sense of the word.

Only Magnus had not made a move. Magnus was always so careful with Alec. In this case, Alec wished he was being less careful, because Alec was not very good at conversations, especially awkward conversations about feelings—which were all conversations about feelings—and he could not work out how to ask.

Surely Magnus wanted to. Didn’t he?

A slow sweet song with a shivery beat began. Alec would not have thought the dance floor could become more crowded, but it happened. Dozens of masked Downworlders in formal wear who had previously been standing near the walls converged on the floor. Alec found himself standing awkwardly alone in the center of the room as couples twirled around him in unison. Crowns of thorns and towering multi-colored feathers blocked his vision. He looked around in alarm for an escape route.

Instead he saw Magnus. Magnus all in silver and black, like the night sky. “May I have this dance, sir?”

“I was coming to find you,” said Alec, a little breathless.

“I saw you coming.” Magnus’s gorgeous lips curved beneath his shining mask. “We found each other.”

He moved in close to Alec, one hand settling on his lower back, lacing their fingers together with the other, and kissed him. The glancing touch of his mouth was like a ray of light on water, illuminating and transforming. Alec moved instinctively closer, longing to be illuminated and transformed again, then remembered they had a mission. He should remain on task.

“I met a Shadowhunter here called Helen Blackthorn,” he murmured against Magnus’s mouth. “She said—”

Magnus kissed him again.

“Something fascinating, I’m sure,” he said. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?”

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course,” said Alec. “I mean—I would love this dance. It’s only that I know we should work this out.”

Magnus drew in a breath and nodded.

“We will. Tell me.”

He had been smiling before, but the smile had faded. Instead there was a certain burdened set to Magnus’s shoulders. Magnus felt guilty, Alec realized for the first time, with shattering dismay. Magnus felt as if he was spoiling Alec’s vacation when the truth was that there would be no holiday without Magnus, no shine of magic and no shocks of joy, no lights and no music.

Alec reached up and touched the bright silvery mask Magnus wore. He could see his own face reflected in the mask as if it were a mirror, eyes wide and blue against the glittering carnival of the Venetian ballroom. He almost did not recognize himself, he looked so happy.

Then he pushed the mask up and he could see Magnus’s face. That was better.

“Let’s dance first,” he said.

“The Red Scrolls of Magic is a project very close to my heart,” she tells EW. “An essential part of the Mortal Instruments series is the love between Alec and Magnus, a reserved demon-hunter and a freewheeling warlock. I carved out a space for their first romantic vacation through Europe halfway through [Mortal Instruments] and always hoped I’d get a chance to revisit it. They went on that holiday having just gotten together, and return committed to living and dying for each other, so I knew something big had happened! This book is a first chance for fans of ‘Malec’ to see them not as part of an ensemble, but taking center stage. And it’s my chance to explore the development of both the characters and their relationship — their flaws and their triumphs.”

• Magnus och Alec blir bortrövade ombord på Orient Expressen,
• De träffar sura och buttra vampyrer i Venedig, och
• deras kärleksliv kommer att bli testat på alla sätt möjliga.

All Magnus Bane wanted was a vacation—a lavish trip across Europe with Alec Lightwood, the Shadowhunter who against all odds is finally his boyfriend. But as soon as the pair settles in Paris, an old friend arrives with news about a demon-worshipping cult called the Crimson Hand that is bent on causing chaos around the world. A cult that was apparently founded by Magnus himself. Years ago. As a joke.

Now Magnus and Alec must race across Europe to track down the Crimson Hand and its elusive new leader before the cult can cause any more damage. As if it wasn’t bad enough that their romantic getaway has been sidetracked, demons are now dogging their every step, and it is becoming harder to tell friend from foe. As their quest for answers becomes increasingly dire, Magnus and Alec will have to trust each other more than ever—even if it means revealing the secrets they’ve both been keeping. (x)

I den första panelen, som gick under titeln "The Dark Artifices", blev Cassie intervjuad av sin vän och författarkollega Kelly Link. Här nedan kan du läsa om många av höjdpunkterna, men panelen är helt klart värd att lyssna på i sin helhet :)

Kelly började med att fråga Cassie om hennes mor- och farföräldrar. Cassie berättade att hennes mormor Isabelle var lärare, och att hennes morfar Max gjorde jättedåliga skräckfilmer. Och ja, Isabelle och Max i Skuggjägarberättelserna är uppkallade efter dem. Cassies farmor jobbade som sekreterare i Vita Huset på president Franklin Roosevelts tid.

Cassie får ofta frågan om hon rekommenderar skrivarkurser eller författarutbildningar på universitetsnivå. Själv valde hon inte författarutbildning på universitetet. Det berodde till viss del på hennes erfarenheter från college där de inte uppmuntrade genrer som fantasy, skräck eller science fiction, utan styrde mot realism istället. Vilket Cassie inte gillade. Hon försökte göra om sina fantasyorienterade berättelser till att bli mer ”realistiska”, vilket ofta resulterade i berättelser om seriemördare och mystiska farsoter. Vilket hennes lärare inte var speciellt förtjusta i. Men hon hoppas att folk nuförtiden är mer öppna för magisk realism, fantasy etc, eftersom det ju finns så många unga personer som vill skriva just såna berättelser.

Cassie läser många varierade böcker - bl.a. militärhistoria, ett intresse som hon fick tack vare att hennes pappa läste mycket och var intresserad av andra världskriget och antikens historia. Mycket av det Skuggjägarna gör är hämtat från romersk och grekisk stridsteknik och strategi.
Begreppet parabatai, till exempel, är hämtat från grekiskans benämning av en vagnskusk som strider sida vid sida med en annan kämpe; alltid tillsammans och utan att skiljas åt.
Inspirationen bakom Praetor Lupus var pretoriangardet (romerska kejsarnas livvaktsstyrka), och även benämningen centurion kommer från romersk militärhistoria. Cassie berättade att hon ofta hämtar inspiration från just verklighetens militärhistoria när hon skriver kamp-scener och slagsmål, för att göra dem mer realistiska.

När Kelly avslöjade att Cassie ofta tittar på sjukhusdramaserier på tv som avkoppling skrattade Cassie högt och tyckte det kändes skämmigt. Hon förklarade att hon gillar att de är så långt bort som man kan komma från det hon själv skriver om, och att narrativet och strukturen inte alls finns där på samma sätt. Omväxling, helt enkelt. Och hon gillar de garanterade lyckliga sluten i tv-serier som I Shouldn’t Be Alive.

De pratade lite om hur skrivandet inte nödvändigtvis måste ske i avskildhet, och att de – Cassie, Kelly och Holly Black – ofta samlas för att skriva ihop; både på hemmaplan från vecka till vecka, och även under längre retreats/workshops med lite större författargrupper runt om i världen. De lärde känna varandra och blev vänner tack vare att de gillar varandras böcker, och för att de uppskattar varandras sällskap och stöd medan de arbetar. Cassie berättade även några lustiga anekdoter från ett par olika retreats - bl.a. bortbrända ögonbryn, en adopterad katt och författare som springer nakna i korridoren för att fly undan fladdermöss... :)

På frågan om vad det mest överraskande Cassie nånsin upplevt på en turné har varit - berättade Cassie om hur hennes förlagsteam en gång hjälpte hennes dåvarande pojkvän, som numera är hennes man, att flyga henne till Kanada så att han kunde fria till henne där. Hon sa ’ja’ :)

De pratade lite om vad som förändrats i branschen sedan Cassie först började skriva, bl.a. att förlagen på den tiden inte vara villiga att acceptera att Alec är gay, och att en sån sak gjorde att böckerna inte skulle komma att säljas av de stora butikskedjorna, inte läsas i bokcirklar eller i skolor osv. Men som tur är råder det mycket mer transparens nuförtiden och det har skett stora positiva förändringar, exempelvis att förlagen nu är villiga att publicera en hel serie om Alec och Magnus.

Kelly kommenterade hur unik Skuggjägarserien är, med sin komplexa världsuppbyggnad, och det faktum att Cassie först skrev en serie nutida böcker, därefter en historisk serie i samma värld (en risk som verkligen lönade sig!), och dessutom flera sammanflätade novellsamlingar i samarbete med andra författare. Cassie berättade att hon alltid gillat stora komplexa världar och när det överlappar med verkligheten, och att Tolkien var hennes första favorit i fantasygenren. Hon beskriver det som att Skuggjägarvärlden är som en karta med mängder av häftstift, där varje häftstift är en egen unik berättelse. Hon menar att det finns så många fler berättelser än hon själv skulle kunna skriva ner på egen hand, så därför bjuder hon gärna in sina vänner i Skuggjägarvärlden. Hon nämnde bl a en ”jättefantastisk” berättelse som Kelly skrivit, som handlar om förlust, Jem och en mörk karneval..!

Publiken applåderade stort när Cassie berättade att hon skrivit klart Queen of Air and Darkness (QoAD). Hon beskrev den som väldigt lång (”en kvarts miljon ord”), att det händer väldigt mycket i den, att den var både rolig och svår att skriva, att mycket förändras i Skuggjägarvärlden (”vad som helst kan förändras och bli annorlunda”), och att hela mittdelen av boken utspelar sig på ett ställe i Skuggjägarvärlden som vi inte besökt tidigare. Och, hon tror att slutet kommer att väcka en hel del känslor… Publiken lät både förtjusta och rädda ;)

”You should not expect anything that you think is a permanent part of the world to stay the same...”

Cassie berättade att det första hon själv hoppas när någon säger att ”allt kommer att förändras”, är att det inte kommer att dyka upp utomjordingar och rymdfarkoster :)

Kelly frågade skämtsamt om Cassie tycker att folk ska känna sig nervösa över vad som händer i QoAD. Cassie skrattade och svarade att det beror på hur pass fästa vi är vid Skuggjägarvärlden ;) Ja, du kan alltid vara nervös! Förhoppningsvis är du investerad i berättelsen och bryr dig om vad som händer rollfigurerna osv. Strukturellt är QoAD annorlunda än hennes tidigare böcker, eftersom det händer något jättestort mitt i boken som förändrar allt. Men vi behöver inte vara rädda att det inte kommer hända något roligt alls eller att alla bara deppar ihop totalt och försöker lappa ihop livet efter det sorgliga som hände i slutet av Lord of Shadows (LoS); det kommer att hända roliga saker också, och det finns många spännande vändningar m.m..

”You can be nervous, you could be angry. Whatever you want!” ;)

Cassie pratade även lite om The Red Scrolls of Magic, den första boken i den vuxna serien The Eldest Curses, om Magnus och Alec. Hon tycker att vi kan vara lite mindre nervösa inför den ;) Hon lämnade medvetet plats i början av City of Fallen Angels för att kunna återvända dit. I slutet av City of Glass hade de nyss blivit ihop, och åker sedan på en resa tillsammans. När de kommer tillbaka är de helt sammansvetsade, så vad hände egentligen på den resan? Det är handlingen i The Red Scrolls of Magic. Det är en bok om att bli kär, ”ett rom-com äventyr genom Europa med gästroller av många av de rollfigurer vi tycker om”.

Cassie berättade även lite kort om de efterforskningar hon gjorde för The Last Hours när hon nyligen besökte London. Byggnader, platser (bl.a. en gammal grav från digerdödens tid), hur såg livet ut på den tiden?

Därefter var det dags för frågor från publiken, då Cassie bland annat avslöjade vilken rollfigur som är allra mest lik henne själv och vilken karaktär hon aldrig skulle döda :) Svaren på dessa frågor och många fler får ni i nästa artikel - The Dark Artifices-panelen, del 2.

Aline was still kneeling beside Helen, holding her hand.

“Just in case we do die,” she said. “I know we just met, Helen, and you will probably think I’m crazy. I probably am crazy, but from the moment I saw you—”

“We’re not going to die,” Alec broke in. “I have to go find Magnus. Helen, how high can you jump?”

“Alec!” Aline almost screamed. “It is rude to interrupt!”

 

A Valentine's Day snippet from THE ELDEST CURSES. Magnus and Tessa talk about ❤️ love. @wes_chu Happy V Day! #tid #tec #malec

Ett inlägg delat av Cassie Clare (@cassieclare1) 14 Feb 2018 kl. 9:13 PST