Hi Cassie! I just want to say that your last book COHF (and also the others) helped get through a tough time. My best friend (I mean my Soul Best Friend, that I know since I was 7) showed me City of Bones one day. And I got so into the saga and the characters and so I kept reading them ALL. Even…
Now he looked at her sideways. “You don’t think I look like a Shadowhunter any more?”
“Do you want to?” Cristina asked.
“I want to look like my family,” Mark said. “I cannot have the Blackthorn coloring, but I can look as much like Nephilim as possible. Besides, if I wish to be part of the investigation, I cannot stand out.”
Cristina held back from telling Mark that there was no world in which he didn’t stand out. “I can make you look like a Shadowhunter.”
Ronan art (a la Raven Boys written by maggie-stiefvater)
Whee! Magisterium got a starred review in Publisher’s Weekly. In celebration I thought I’d put up Cassandra Jean’s art of Call’s friends, Aaron Stewart and Tamara Rajavi.
ReviewL Set in a magic-inflected version of the present-day U.S., this first title in the Magisterium series combines the talents of Black (Doll Bones) and Clare (the Mortal Instruments series) in a thrilling coming-of-age story that embraces fantasy tropes while keeping readers guessing. Twelve-year-old Callum Hunt has been raised to distrust magic. Mages killed his mother, and his father has warned him that the Magisterium, a school where young mages are trained, is a deathtrap. Callum’s attempts to fail the entrance exam go awry, and he is chosen to apprentice under Master Rufus, along with fellow students Aaron and Tamara. As Callum, Tamara, Aaron, and their classmates embark on their first of five years of schooling, Callum realizes how little he knows of his own heritage. The strange, subterranean Magisterium is vividly rendered, and a string of ominous revelations will leave readers eager for future installments. Fans of both authors will enjoy getting to know this well-rounded cast in the first steps of their adventure.
he just became like 50% carrot
We feel like angels trapped inside the bodies of beasts, craving transcendence and all the time trying to spread our wings and fly off…
“It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.”
“Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest. "Tattooed on your heart. You don’t let just anyone read it.”
He shifted uncomfortably. “I know.”
“I want you to know my name,” he said. “The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” […]
”Yes,” I breathed.
After a long moment, he said, “Aleksander.” […]
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. “Will you say it?” he asked.
I hesitated, feeling danger crowd in on me.
“Aleksander,” I whispered.
His grin faded, and his gray eyes seemed to flicker.
“Again,” he said.
(Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising)