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Join Epub. But how can she when the Blackthorns are threatened by enemies on all sides? Their only hope is the Black Volume of the Dead, a spell book of terrible power. Everyone wants it. Only the Blackthorns can find it.
Spurred on by a dark bargain with the Seelie Queen, Emma; her best friend, Cristina; and Mark and Julian Blackthorn journey into the Courts of Faerie, where glittering revels hide bloody danger and no promise can be trusted.
When Downworlders turn against the Clave, a new threat rises in the form of the Lord of Shadows—the Unseelie King, who sends his greatest warriors to slaughter those with Blackthorn blood and seize the Black Volume. As dangers close in, Julian devises a risky scheme that depends on the cooperation of an unpredictable enemy.
But success may come with a price he and Emma cannot even imagine, one that will bring with it a reckoning of blood that could have repercussions for everyone and everything they hold dear. My Thoughts Wow this is my first time actually reviewing a Cassandra Clare novel. This is a special moment.
I am spilling the effing crap out of this book. So this is where you leave. Bye bye. Ok I have to discuss the end before continuing on with anything. I especially liked him in the book with all the parabatai thing going, and he was actually going to help Emma and Julian!! Ah then that stupid freaking Annabel stabbed him. Even though his death really devastated me, what really broke me, what really made me cry, was seeing Livvy a character that I have grown to really love and admire throughout this book just die.
Ty and Julian. All of them breaking down and screaming, Alec just kneeling down at his dad, and really all of the Blackthorn children just in pain and it made me bawl, and then the acknowledgments came. I really had to restrain myself from throwing my phone across the room. How that the bell chimes whenever an angel enters heaven, and the last sentence of the book was how the bell was chiming. I just know that Ty and Kit are really going to need each other in the next book, especially Ty.
Livvy was his twin, his future parabatai, and he already has so much to deal with and then this happens and…I really feel like crying right now.
I feel like Ty is going to blame himself for her murder. To be honest, he scares me. He reminds me a lot of the protagonist in The Young Elites. He was already so protective over his family. He was willing to sacrifice the world for them. Sometimes I think that he would sacrifice Emma to save his family, even if she is considered part of the family.
The place lies high and in the open, and lacks the lavish shade of the more protected New England villages. The clump of weeping-willows about the duck pond, and the Norway spruces in front of the Hatchard gate, cast almost the only roadside shadow between lawyer Royall's house and the point where, at the other end of the village, the road rises above the church and skirts the black hemlock wall enclosing the cemetery.
The little June wind, frisking down the street, shook the doleful fringes of the Hatchard spruces, caught the straw hat of a young man just passing under them, and spun it clean across the road into the duck-pond. As he ran to fish it out the girl on lawyer Royall's doorstep noticed that he was a stranger, that he wore city clothes, and that he was laughing with all his teeth, as the young and careless laugh at such mishaps. Her heart contracted a little, and the shrinking that sometimes came over her when she saw people with holiday faces made her draw back into the house and pretend to look for the key that she knew she had already put into her pocket.
A narrow greenish mirror with a gilt eagle over it hung on the passage wall, and she looked critically at her reflection, wished for the thousandth time that she had blue eyes like Annabel Balch, the girl who sometimes came from Springfield to spend a week with old Miss Hatchard, straightened the sunburnt hat over her small swarthy face, and turned out again into the sunshine.
The young man had passed through the Hatchard gate, and she had the street to herself. North Dormer is at all times an empty place, and at three o'clock on a June afternoon its few able-bodied men are off in the fields or woods, and the women indoors, engaged in languid household drudgery.
The girl walked along, swinging her key on a finger, and looking about her with the heightened attention produced by the presence of a stranger in a familiar place.
What, she wondered, did North Dormer look like to people from other parts of the world?