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400 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2020
"You're my heart, Magnus Bane.
Stay unbroken, for me."
“Can we see the glowing fissure in your chest?” Simon asked.
“Simon, it’s rude to bring up glowing fissures in other people’s chests,” said Clary. “What do you think they want with the Book of the White, Magnus?”
Magnus turned to look at Alec. “So, you told them everything? Did you say the S-word? The R-word?”
Alec rolled his eyes. “If you’re asking if I told them about Shinyun and Ragnor, I did.”
Magnus hesitated. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “We’ve been rushing around getting ready to leave, and I haven’t so much as googled the word Svefnthorn.”
“I googled it,” Jace said, to Alec’s surprise. “While we were getting our stuff together.”
“You,” said Alec, “googled it.”
“Yeah,” said Jace. “It sounded Norse, so I went into the library and looked it up in the Saga Concordances. Like a normal person. That’s googling, right?”
“More or less,” said Simon.
“I’ve made some weird calls in my time,” Jace mused, “but spending ten minutes in free fall from one unknown place in a hell dimension to a different unknown place in a hell dimension is pretty reckless even for me.”
“Don’t feel bad,” said Magnus. “It wasn’t really your decision.”
“Hell of Worms, Hell of Maggots, Hell of Boiling Sand, Hell of Boiling Oil, Hell of Boiling Soup with Human Dumplings, Hell of Boiling Tea with Human Tea Strainers, Hell of Small Biting Insects, Hell of Large Biting Insects, Hell of Being Eaten by Wolves, Hell of Being Trampled by Horses, Hell of Being Gored by Oxen, Hell of Being Pecked to Death by Ducks—”
“What was that last one?” said Jace. Shinyun ignored him.
“Why would Shinyun be after Tessa?” Magnus said.
Jem looked at him in surprise. “Well—because she’s an eldest curse, of course. Like you.”
Magnus blinked. “You mean, because she’s the daughter of a Prince of Hell? Like me?”
“No. It’s more than that. Tessa went to the Labyrinth not just to hide but to research. Eldest curses are not just children of Princes of Hell. They’re the oldest living children of those princes. There can only be nine of them alive at any one time, and I know of only two. And I’m talking to one of them and married to the other.”
"The five Shadowhunter series are TiD, TLH, TMI, TDA, and very far down the road, TWP."- Cassandra Clare.
“Hell of Worms, Hell of Maggots, Hell of Boiling Sand, Hell of Boiling Oil, Hell of Boiling Soup with Human Dumplings, Hell of Boiling Tea with Human Tea Strainers, Hell of Small Biting Insects, Hell of Large Biting Insects, Hell of Being Eaten by Wolves, Hell of Being Trampled by Horses, Hell of Being Gored by Oxen, Hell of Being Pecked to Death by Ducks—”
“What was that last one?” said Jace. Shinyun ignored him.
“Hell of Mortars and Pestles, Hell of Flensing, Hell of Scissors, Hell of Red-
Hot Pokers, Hell of White-Hot Pokers, [•••]
I'll need the energy of all your friends' souls to open a Portal the size of all Shangai
“So far, life seems to me to be a matter of choosing love, over and over, even knowing that it makes you vulnerable, that it might hurt you later. Or even sooner. You just have no choice. You choose to love or you choose to live in an empty world with no one there but you.”
“And do you always let other people tell you what you are? Because they will always try. You have magic, just like I do.”
“You are not just some mundane. You are a Shadowhunter. You have a duty. A responsibility. You have a high and holy purpose, do you understand me? […] I know Shadowhunters, [redacted] I’ve known them for centuries. I’ve seen them at their best, and at their worst. […] They love, they build, they covet wealth – when there is time. When the duty – the solemn duty, the only duty, the barrier dividing the living creatures of Earth from oblivion at the hands of literal, actual pure evil – allows them to. All love is important. Your love is important. And for some people, their love can be the single most important thing, more important than even the whole world. But not for Shadowhunters. Because keeping the whole world safe is not everyone’s reason for being, but it absolutely is yours.”
“I like our life, Magnus. I like that I don’t know what will happen next. I like that we get a chance to give Max the kind of life that warlocks rarely get. I like that we’ll be doing it together. You remember what the note said when we found Max? “Who could ever love it?” We could, Magnus. We could love him. We do love him.”
“I like him. There is something righteous about someone who doesn’t turn away from danger, even when he should. Someone who sees suffering and will always choose to plunge into the flames.”
“[…] But we are warlocks. We live forever, and that means sooner or later, we are alone. When others call us the spawn of demons, try to use our power for their own ends, envy us, fear us, or simply die and leave us, we must decide ourselves what we shall be. Warlocks name ourselves, before someone else can name us.”