Jullie hebben ons een tijdje moeten missen, maar we’re back! Real life nam een poos al onze tijd in beslag, maar we hebben ons weer eruit geworsteld.
En er zijn de afgelopen tijd toch weer wat leuke fragmenten voorbij gekomen die we nog even met jullie wilden delen.
Het eerste fragment komt uit Lord of Shadows, het tweede boek uit de The Dark Artifices (NL: De Duistere Machten) trilogie.
Spoilers voor Lady Midnight (NL: Middernachtdame)
They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.
And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.
He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.
Bron: Cassandra Clare
Ook het tweede fragment komt uit Lord of Shadows en gaat over Magnus en Kieran.
“Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”
“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”
“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.
Bron: Cassandra Clare
Het derde fragment dat we nog eventjes met jullie wilden delen komt uit The Last Hours, een van Cassandra’s toekomstige series, en het vervolg op The Infernal Devices (NL: De Helse Creaties). Het gaat over Anna Lightwood, een van de hoofdpersonages. En Cassandra Jean tekende er een leuk plaatje bij van Anna.
Spoilers voor The Infernal Devices (NL: De Helse Creaties)
Anna Lightwood lived on Percy Street, a small byway near Tottenham Court Road. It was made up of long rows of houses of red brick that all looked very much the same. Each had sash windows, white-painted doors, brick chimneys, a shallow set of steps and a fence about the servants’ entrance made of black wrought iron.
On the stairs in front of No. 30, a girl sat crying. She was a very fashionable girl, in a walking-dress of blue foulard with lace trimmings and acres of flounces about the skirt. She wore a head-band trimmed with silk roses, and they wobbled as she cried.
Cordelia checked the address she had written down again, hoping it would have changed. No, definitely Number 30. She sighed, squared her shoulders, and approached.
“Pardon me,” she said, as she reached the steps. The girl was blocking them completely; there was no way to politely edge past. “I’m here to see Anna Lightwood?”
The girl’s head jerked up. She was very pretty: blond and rosy-cheeked, though she’d been crying. She gave Cordelia a deeply wary look. “Who are you, then?”
“I, ah…” Cordelia peered more closely at the girl. Definitely a mundane: no marks, no glamour. “I’m her cousin?”
“Oh.” Some of the suspicion went out of the girl’s face. “I — I am here because —“ She went off in a fresh spate of tears.
“Might I enquire as to the problem? Is there something I can do?” Cordelia asked, though she rather dreaded finding out why as it seemed the sort of thing where she might have to come up with a solution.
“Anna,” the girl wept. “I loved her — I love her still! I would have given it all up for her, all of it, polite society and all its rules, just to be with her, but she has thrown me out like a dog on the street!”
“Now, Emmeline,” drawled a voice, and Cordelia looked up to see Anna leaning out of an upstairs window. She was wearing a man’s dressing gown in rich purple and gold brocade, and her hair was a cap of loose, short waves. “You can’t say you’ve been thrown out like a dog when you’ve got your mama, two butlers, and a footman coming for you.” She waved. “Hello, Cordelia.”
“Oh, dear,” said Cordelia, and patted Emmeline gently on the shoulder.
“Besides, Emmeline,” said Anna. “You’re to be married Wednesday. To a baronet.”
“I don’t want him!” Emmeline sprang to her feet. “I want you!”
“No,” said Anna. “You want a baronet.”
Bron: Cassandra Clare