Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Jace has been cast! Welcome to Jamie Campbell Bower

Yes! just as you've read. Amazing actor Jamie Campbell Bower has been cast as our beloved and sexy Jace. 
Maybe you have seen him on movies like Sweeney Todd (played Anthony) , The Twilight Saga (Caius) or Harry Potter (Gellert Grindelwald). This british boy has done good blockbusters and this is his time to shine as Jace Wayland in the upcoming movie City of Bones based on The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. 








So what do you guys think? Remember that we answer whatever you want to ask or tell on our Twitter account , or just comment below


I am really good with this decision and even Cassie said that his audion was amazing.












Source: C'sT

Saturday, May 28, 2011

June Clockwork Prince Teaser

This is what we've been waiting for! Remember that Cassiefor CoFA did a teaser which contained the chapter titles and what they mean? yes, she has done it again for Clockwork Prince. 
I want the book now!

Here's what she said...

So below is a list of the titles of the chapters in Clockwork Prince. This is in the mold of the post I made about the chapter titles of CoFA, back in February 2010. The chapters, the titles of them, the source of the title if it’s from a poem, and even a few lines and spoilers. Since I’m away most of June, this will be the June Clockwork Prince teaser!
Prologue: The Outcast DeadWill visits the Cross Bones Graveyard in London.
Chapter One: The Council ChamberPretty literal — the Council meets to discuss whether Charlotte is fit to run the Institute; we see a bit more of the Lightwoods, not to mention the Waylands and some other familiar families.
Chapter Two: Reparations“Mr. Bane has been awaiting your arrival, sir,” said the footman, and stepped aside to let Will enter.
Chapter Three: Unjustifiable DeathThe term, under the Accords, for a Shadowhunter killing a Downworlder without provocation.
“This was the first time she had been alone with Will in weeks.”
Chapter Four: A JourneyTessa, Will and Jem leave the Institute and in fact, London entirely.
“Gabriel Lightwood strode across the room to meet them. He really was quite tall, Tessa thought, craning her neck to look up at him. As a tall girl herself, she didn’t often find herself bending her head back to look up at men.”
Chapter Five: Shades of the PastThis one is a pun that will probably only make sense upon actual reading. Althpugh one of the themes of the book is how the past affects the present.
Chapter Six: In Silence SealedAgain the theme is hidden secrets. The title comes from a Charlotte Bronte poem. “In secret kept, in silence sealed.” Tessa begins to uncover the secrets of her own origins.
Chapter Seven: I had to redact the title of this chapter. It’s a spoiler. :)
“When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.”
Chapter Eight: The Purposes of WrathThe title here comes from Thomas de Quncey’s (yes de Quincey!) Confessions of an English Opium-Eater. The paragraph is about addiction, and both the pleasures and the pains of opium, and the chapter is not dissimilar. Also, we meet Ragnor Fell.
Chapter Nine: Fierce MidnightThis chapter ends the night begun in the previous chapter. And has some pretty hot kissing. Titled after a Swinburne poem.
Chapter Ten: The Virtue of AngelsThe virtue of angels is that they cannot deteriorate; their flaw is that they cannot improve. Man’s flaw is that he can deteriorate; and his virtue is that he can improve. —The Talmud
Someone rather unexpected hits Gabriel — who, really, was asking for it.
Chapter Eleven: Wild UnrestThis chapter title comes from the poem “City of Dreadful Night” by James Thompson. It’s really about taking on the suffering of someone you love. Will wanders about London at night. “He had reached Fleet Street. Temple Bar was visible through the mist in the distance” — Temple Bar is the structure Jem is standing in front of, on the cover of the book.
Chapter Twelve: The BallThis is somewhat self-explanatory. There is a masquerade ball. And a balcony. And Magnus.
Chapter Thirteen: The Mortal SwordWe finally see the Mortal Sword put to its actual use: extracting the truth from reluctant Shadowhunters. And it is not pretty.
Chapter Fourteen: The Silent City“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?”
Chapter Fifteen: Thousands MoreFrom a poem by Charlotte Mew: There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
“Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.”
Chapter Sixteen: Mortal RageIn which there are automatons and vengeance and explosions. The title comes from Shakespeare: “And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.”
Chapter Seventeen: In DreamsThere is the famous “in dreams begin responsibilities” but this title is actually from a poem by Matthew Arnold. The chapter from which this deleted scene was taken.
Chapter Eighteen: Until I DieThis chapter title has really freaked people out. So I will be nice and say that it is from a poem by Christopher Brennan (no relation to Sarah Rees):
Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why”
I love you now until I die.
Chapter Nineteen: If Treason Doth ProsperBetrayals and misunderstandings come thick and fast. And Magnus may have a new boyfriend. The title is from a poem attributed to Sir John Harrington:
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”
Chapter Twenty: The Last DreamThis is the chapter that made me cry! I rarely cry so I felt good about that. The chapter title comes from A Tale of Two Cities.
Chapter Twenty-One: Coals of FireI guess if you’re paying a lot of attention you’ll recognize this as part of something Jace quotes in City of Fallen Angels. Endings, beginnings, new characters, and, I promise, not too bad of a cliffhanger.






Source: MundieSource 

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Jace Casting

Yesterday a new Jace auditioner came up, we're talking about Benjamin Stone. 


here's what he said:














with this picture:




All we know so far is that he audioned. So what are your thoughts? Do you think of him as Jace??


More photos:







His website, and twitter

mini CP teaser

Here's a mini Clockwork Prince teaser:

~ It did not help that Jem had not been there. She had wanted so badly to speak to him today~





Clockwork Prince Teasers Collection p2

*Click here for part 1* 

Second part of CP teasers contain the short lines too :)

First, the last teaser posted:

Tessa pushed the carriage curtains aside. Outside she could see the gaslights going by in a yellow blur; two children were slumped in a doorway, leaning against each other, asleep. Temple Bar flew by overhead. 
“Have you ever thought of transforming yourself into one of your parents?” Will asked. “Your mother, or father? It would give you access to their memories, wouldn’t it?”
She turned to look at him. “I have thought of it. Of course I have. But I have nothing of my father’s or mother’s. Everything that was packed in my trunks for the voyage here was discarded by the Dark Sisters.”
“What about your angel necklace?” Will asked. “Wasn’t that your mother’s?”
Tessa shook her head. “I tried. I — I could reach nothing of her in it. It has been mine so long, I think, that what made it hers has evaporated, like water.”
Will’s eyes were dark blue in the shadows. “Perhaps you are a clockwork girl. Perhaps Mortmain’s warlock father built you, and now Mortmain seeks the secret of how to create such a perfect facsimile of life when all he can build are hideous monstrosities. Perhaps all that beats beneath your chest is a heart made of metal.”
Tessa drew in a breath, feeling momentarily dizzy. His soft voice was so convincing, and yet — “No,” she said, sharply. “You forget, I remember my childhood. Mechanical creatures do not change or grow. Nor would that explain my ability.”
“I know,” said Will, with a grin that flashed white in the darkness. “I only wanted to see if I could convince *you*.”
Tessa looked at him steadily. “I am not the one of us who has no heart.”
It was too dim in the carriage for her to tell, but she sensed that he had flushed, as he did when startled or upset, across the tops of his cheekbones. To her surprise, he reached out a gloved hand for her. It just brushed the edges of her curls, the kid leather smooth against her cheek — and the carriage wheels came to a jerking halt. They had arrived.



CP deleted scene


The darkness came and went in waves that grew ever slower. Tessa was
beginning to feel lighter, less like an awful weight was pressing her
down. She wondered how much time had passed. It was night in the
infirmary, and she could see Will a few beds away from her, a curled
figure under the blankets, dark head pillowed on his arm. Brother
Enoch had given him a tisane to drink once the [redacted] was cut out
of his skin, and he had fallen asleep almost instantly, thank God. The
sight of him in that much pain had been more harrowing than she could
have imagined.
She was in a clean white nightgown now; someone must have cut away her
blood-stiffened clothes and washed her hair before bandaging her — it
lay softly over his shoulders, no longer twisted into rat-tails of
tangles and drying blood.
‘Tessa,” came a whispered voice. “Tess?”
Only Will calls me that. She opened her eyes, but it was Jem seated on
the side of her bed, looking down at her. The moonlight spilling
through the high ceilings turned him almost transparent, an ethereal
angel, all silver but for the gold chain at his throat.
He smiled. “You’re awake.”
“I’ve been awake here and there.” She coughed. “Enough to know I’m all
right besides a crack on the head. A lot of fuss about nothing —”
Tessa’s eyes dropped, and she saw that Jem was carrying something in
his hands: a thick mug of some liquid that sent up a fragrant steam.
“What’s that?”
“One of Brother Enoch’s tisanes,” said Jem. “It will help you sleep.”
“All I’ve been doing is sleeping!”
“And very amusing it is to watch,” said Jem. “Did you know you twitch
your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?”
“I do not,” she said, with a whispered laugh.
“You do,” he said. “Fortunately, I like rabbits.” He handed her the
cup. “Drink just a little,” He said. “It is right for you to sleep.
Brother Enoch says to think of the wounds and shocks to your spirit as
you would think of wounds and shocks to your body. You must rest the
injured part of yourself before you begin to heal.”
Tessa was dubious, but she took a sip of the tisane anyway, and then
another. It had a pleasant taste, like cinnamon. Barely had she
swallowed the second mouthful when a feeling of exhaustion swept over
her. She lay back against the pillows, listening to his soft voice
telling her a story about a beautiful young woman whose husband had
died building the Great Wall of China, and who had cried so much over
his loss that she had turned into a silvery fish and swum away across
a river. As Tessa drifted off into dreams, she felt his gentle hands
take the cup from her and set it down on the bedside table. She wanted
to thank him, but she was already asleep.



Short lines:

“What desperation drove you to me, in the middle of the night, in a
rainstorm? What has changed at the Institute? I can only think of one
thing…”

---


Will: ““Tess,” he said, and she thought, once again, how no one but
him ever called her that. “That is all I think about.”
---

Tessa: “Jem!” she cried again, and when he did not look up, she
strode across the room, and wrenched the bow out of his hand. “Jem, stop!”
---

“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. “What?”
“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
“Mauve,” said Will.
---

Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.”
“Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.”
“I —”
“You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.”
“Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to
hurt you.”
Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —”
“You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the
panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —”
“Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And
whose fault is that?”

---
“He’s Nephilim,” said his companion. “And you’ve never cared for them.
How much did he pay you?”
“Nothing,” said Magnus, and now he was not seeing anything that was
there, not the river, not Will, only a wash of memories: eyes, faces,
lips, receding into memory, love that he could no longer put a name
to. “He did me a favor. One he doesn’t even remember.”
“He’s very pretty. For a human.”
“He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has
smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was
before.”
---

“Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile.
Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and
consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni
hen piao liang.”
“What did you say?” Tessa was curious.
“I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out
and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood
spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the
carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand
back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek.
---

““You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve
barely lived.”


Source: teasers

Clockwork Prince Cover !!

All right guys... are you ready?? Finally the cover of Clockwork Prince is revealed! And we are so exited to show you the cover.


I'm very into 'team Will' but holy angel! Jem looks fantastic! 


First this was all we got.....






*scroll down to the cover*
























































AND THE SEXY ANGEL BROUGHT US JEM!!!
















click here for original size 







Monday, May 23, 2011

2 Days till CP Cover Release

As the title says my beloved shadowhunters!! 2 DAYS till the release of Clockwork Prince Book Cover!!! Are you exited?? :D


Japanese City of Bones Book covers

  Some fan gave Cassie the pictures of the Japanese covers of CoB and I think they are awesome ! Izzy looks beautiful, the only think I don't understand is, why Simon is blonde? ._. 
What do you guys think?


                                                              Isabelle, Alec and Simon

                                                                 
                                                                      Jace and Clary




Source: BookCovers

Clockwork Prince May Teaser!

New May Clockwork Prince teaser to delight and meke us feel pretty much exited about CP!

Tessa- Will 

Tessa pushed the carriage curtains aside. Outside she could see the gaslights going by in a yellow blur; two children were slumped in a doorway, leaning against each other, asleep. Temple Bar flew by overhead. 
“Have you ever thought of transforming yourself into one of your parents?” Will asked. “Your mother, or father? It would give you access to their memories, wouldn’t it?”
She turned to look at him. “I have thought of it. Of course I have. But I have nothing of my father’s or mother’s. Everything that was packed in my trunks for the voyage here was discarded by the Dark Sisters.”
“What about your angel necklace?” Will asked. “Wasn’t that your mother’s?”
Tessa shook her head. “I tried. I — I could reach nothing of her in it. It has been mine so long, I think, that what made it hers has evaporated, like water.”
Will’s eyes were dark blue in the shadows. “Perhaps you are a clockwork girl. Perhaps Mortmain’s warlock father built you, and now Mortmain seeks the secret of how to create such a perfect facsimile of life when all he can build are hideous monstrosities. Perhaps all that beats beneath your chest is a heart made of metal.”
Tessa drew in a breath, feeling momentarily dizzy. His soft voice was so convincing, and yet — “No,” she said, sharply. “You forget, I remember my childhood. Mechanical creatures do not change or grow. Nor would that explain my ability.”
“I know,” said Will, with a grin that flashed white in the darkness. “I only wanted to see if I could convince *you*.”
Tessa looked at him steadily. “I am not the one of us who has no heart.”
It was too dim in the carriage for her to tell, but she sensed that he had flushed, as he did when startled or upset, across the tops of his cheekbones. To her surprise, he reached out a gloved hand for her. It just brushed the edges of her curls, the kid leather smooth against her cheek — and the carriage wheels came to a jerking halt. They had arrived.



Source_ C'sTwishort

Saturday, May 14, 2011

City of Lost Souls teaser quote

Another CoLS teaser ! and we don't know who says this! :(  But is still a teaser. 
Who do you guys thik says this?? 



Cassie may go to Mexico

I know about really crazy mexican shadowhunters, and it seems that finally Cassie may go to Mexico. A while ago she told that for going to a place, the publisher of that country has to invite her, and she said that mexican publisher 'Planeta' has done it! 









Source : C'sTwitter

Jace's Letter Fanmade video

Yesterday someone linked this video to Cassie on her twitter, and all I can say is that it is beautiful





Source : bbeksi youtubechannel

Friday, May 13, 2011

Meet Screenwriter and Cat

Let's meet City of Bones Screenwriter book ! (I am not sure if the lady behind it is her)




And this is Cassandra's cat Linus! isn't it cute!! :3
Even she said that she want him as Chairman Meow 












Source: Pic1, Pic2

NOTE ! CP COVER REVEAL

THIS IS A REMINDER! Clockwork Prince Cover reveal will be on Wednesday MAY 25! Simon and Shuster will reveal it on the Book Expo America (BEA) at 9 pm (est) so if you are going, you are so lucky ! and I am jealous (haha) 



What CoFA Chapter Titles Mean

Do you shadowhunters know what City of Fallen Angel's chapter titles mean? probably if you haven't read where Cassie tells us, you don't. And that's why I'm posting this. I consider this kind of posts as *special* because it is like the soul of something important in the books. 
Below you can see, chapter by chapter what the titles mean :)

Chapter One: A Proposition
In which Simon, who has been trying hard to live as normal a life as he can, finds out that's not going to be possible any more.

Chapter Two: Fear of Falling
This is the chapter that will be included in the paperback copy of City of Glass, so I won't say much about it, except it's Clary's POV.

Chapter Three: Sevenfold
And the Lord said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the Lord set a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him. Well, that whole Mark of Cain business wasn't just going to go away.

Chapter Four: The Art of Eight Limbs
This one contains a training sequence that involves Muay Thai, a martial art that's called "The Art of Eight Limbs" because it involves using hands, elbows, knees and feet as strike points. This is also the chapter that contains the quote from the Seelie Queen I Tweeted — the one about "he's bound to you, but does he love you?"

Chapter Five: Hell Calls Hell
This is Latin, from one of the Psalms, abyssus abyssum invocat. Also translated as "deep calls unto deep." In which Clary tries on a bridesmaid's dress.

Chapter Six: Wake The Dead
Pretty literal, actually.

Chapter Seven: Praetor Lupus
Those inclined toward Latin can have a whack at this one. This chapter has werewolves in it. :)

Chapter Eight: Walk in Darkness
"But he that hateth his brother is in darkness, and walketh in darkness, and knoweth not whither he goeth, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes." And in the meantime, Simon's band gets a gig.

Chapter Nine: From Fire Unto Fire
This is from Oscar Wilde: "Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight,—
I am too young to live without desire."
I am sure everyone will be happy to know this chapter is mostly Clary and Jace.

Chapter Ten: 232 Riverside Drive
Quite literally the address of something important (I can't help but wonder if someone actually lives at this address — I have friends who live on Riverside Drive, though not this number...)

Chapter Eleven: Our Kind
In this case, "Our Kind" is vampires.
Chapter Twelve: Sanctuary
In which a character we know from Clockwork Angel makes a strange demand of the Nephilim.

Chapter Thirteen: Girl Found Dead
What it says on the tin!

Chapter Fourteen: What Dreams May Come*
“Max,” Jace said. “Max, I’m so sorry.”


Chapter Fifteen: Beati Bellicosi
The actual phrase in Latin is Beati Pacifici — blessed are the peacemakers. In this case, I altered it (hopefully accurately) to Blessed are the Warriors.

Chapter Sixteen: New York City Angels
Those who know the Thriving Ivory song Angels on the Moon will recognize this phrase.

Chapter Seventeen: Cain Rose Up
And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. All of this stuff is from Genesis 4, the Cain and Abel story — it's thematically called up throughout the book since it's a story about family, murder, sin, forgiveness and blood.

Chapter Eighteen: Scars of Fire
This is actually from a Carl Sandburg poem:
"Wandering oversea singer,
Singing of ashes and blood,
Child of the scars of fire,
Make us one new dream, us who forget.
Out of the storm let us have one star."

Epilogue — As of now, the epilogue is just titled "epilogue." It's pretty short but, I think, packs a punch. I hope so!

*Everyone knows this one! But in that sleep of death, what dreams may come. Hamlet.


There you have it! The list was obviously written before the book was out, which is good for those who hasn't read the book 





Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Lily Collins assures CoB movie will happen this year

Yes, for those of us who thought City of Bones wouldn't start this year, Lily is telling us we're wrong. On a recent interview she told, quote: 


"I just got cast as “Snow White,” and that goes before. Filming on “Mortal” will happen this year, though, for sure.  It’s just pushed a little.”


One of the things I like of Lily is that she totally considers herself as a fan as us. She said:


"We’re looking at the casting for the rest of the characters, and it’s based on the most amazing series of books by Cassandra Clare,” Collins said. “And being a fan of “Harry Potter” and “Twilight,” to be able to have my own franchise, and one based on a girl heroine, it’s a complete honor."
"I read the series of books and loved it,” Collins told Next Movie, “and I forget how many fans – I mean, I’m a fan of it – but  how many of us are out there. The second casting hit the internet, it’s like an uproar… You read a book about a heroine and you have this vision in your mind, so the second it’s cast it could go either way. So to have their support and enthusiasm behind me was a complete honor. And it’s a crazy thought to think it could turn into that.”








She is on the movie 'Priest', in theaters  May 13 














Source: TMIS

Lily Collins talks about Simon's Casting

Star Lily Collins ( Clary on the upcoming movie City of Bones based on The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare) dishes on Simon's casting. So far the favorite for fans is Logan Lerman. Do you think he's good for it? :)










***New on the blog shadowhunters!***
Now you can share the posts on facebook or twitter please if somehow you find it useful do it :) 
thanks, 


Idris Connection
















Source: HC

Monday, May 09, 2011

Cassie on Jace and Simon's Casting

Well the title says it all, enjoy the video ! 




Source: HC

Book Battle

That's the title of the new Simon and Schuster facebook app! This one is The Mortal Instruments / Infernal Devices related! If you want to go there and have fun with the app 
go to the link below...




S&SFbApp

Malec Scene Teaser CoB

Helloo! Yes! Cassie has hit 30,000+ followers on her twitter and  what is our prize?? A Malec Scene!!! (In case you don't know Malec is for Magnus and Alec) both characters in the best series by Cassandra Clare 'The Mortal Instruments' or TMI.


***For Spanish translation, links at the end***


The scene is from City of Bones



Special: Kissed

It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees “a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings.” —City of Bones


Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.


Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.


A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”


“Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.”


There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway.


Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring.


“Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”


Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?”


Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?”


“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.”


“Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed.


The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms.


“Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him.


Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.”


His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —”


“I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.”


Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?”


Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?”


Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.”


Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.”


“You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.”


Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re . . .welcome?”


Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.”


Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself.


“What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”


“You’re just . . .” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.”


“From a Shadowhunter?”


“From a Lightwood.”


“I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.”


“I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’


“She said you liked me.”


“What?”


“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”


Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”


“Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.”


“Doesn’t it? Well, it should.”


Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s . . . Jace.”


“He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.”


Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?”


Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.”


Alec chewed his lip and said nothing.


“Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —”


“I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.”


Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?”


Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.”


“Not your parents. Not Jace?”


Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.”


“I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —”


“I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —”


“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”


Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.


“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”


He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head.


“The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?”


“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”


“Is that good?”


“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”


A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”


Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”


Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents.


“What is it?” Alec said.


“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”


“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”


“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.



He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.


“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”


Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.


He broke off the kiss, and drew back.


“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.


“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”


He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.




Source: TMI 
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