Today, December 6th, is a special dayIt's the release day of CLOCKWORK PRINCE!!
I have not yet bought the book, because my parents did not allow me to --' Why don't they get that I love all Cassandra Clare books?!?!?!?
The first chapter of Clockwork Prince was available in the form of audiobook on goodreads, so yesterday night (and with night I mean after 2AM, which is very late, even for me...) and I did not fall asleep of the boring voice. I listened to the whole chapter, which durated for 39 minutes and 8 seconds (!)
The chapter starts with Jem and Tessa visiting Westminster Abbey. and poets' corner (you know, the place where they were all buried) Later Will ( <3 ) shows up and they use a hidden room to move to the enclave meeting (awesomeness)
You get to know about the Consul, with a strange voice xD He seems kinda scary-like. They are asking questions to Tessa and Charlotte. There is nothing really 'new' said.
Charlotte gets an argument with the Consul, about ruling the sanctuary. That's where the chapter ends
This left me longing even more for the book!!! And I tought it was impossible to long for it more O.o
5 things I love about the infernal devices
1) WILL
2) WILL
3) WILL
4) WILL
5) jem...
(yup, I am team Will ;) How did you know? O.o )
I have seen the trailer for about twenty times by now O.o
Then there are some teasers:
october teaser:
The voices were quite clearly those of the Lightwood brothers. Tessa recognized Gideon’s lower, rougher tones as he said, “There will be a moment of reckoning, Gabriel. You can depend upon it. What will matter is where we stand when it comes.”
Gabriel replied, his voice tense, “We will stand with Father, of course. Where else?”
“You don’t know everything about him, Gabriel. You don’t know all that he has done.”
There was a silence through which Tessa could almost hear Gabriel sulking. At last he said, “If you despise Father so much, why did you ever come back from Spain?”
Gideon replied, sounding exasperated, “I came back for you —”
Sophie and Tessa had been leaning against the door, ears pressed to the wood; at that moment, the door gave way, and swung open. Both straightened hastily, Tessa hoping that no evidence of their eavesdropping appeared on their faces.
Gabriel and Gideon were standing in a patch of light at the centre of the room, facing off against each other. Tessa noticed something she had not noticed before: Gabriel, despite being the younger brother, was lankily taller than Gideon by some inches. Gideon was more muscular, broader through the shoulders. He swept a hand through his sandy hair, nodding curtly to the girls as they appeared in the doorway. “Good day, Miss Collins, Miss Gray.”
Gabriel replied, his voice tense, “We will stand with Father, of course. Where else?”
“You don’t know everything about him, Gabriel. You don’t know all that he has done.”
There was a silence through which Tessa could almost hear Gabriel sulking. At last he said, “If you despise Father so much, why did you ever come back from Spain?”
Gideon replied, sounding exasperated, “I came back for you —”
Sophie and Tessa had been leaning against the door, ears pressed to the wood; at that moment, the door gave way, and swung open. Both straightened hastily, Tessa hoping that no evidence of their eavesdropping appeared on their faces.
Gabriel and Gideon were standing in a patch of light at the centre of the room, facing off against each other. Tessa noticed something she had not noticed before: Gabriel, despite being the younger brother, was lankily taller than Gideon by some inches. Gideon was more muscular, broader through the shoulders. He swept a hand through his sandy hair, nodding curtly to the girls as they appeared in the doorway. “Good day, Miss Collins, Miss Gray.”
may/june 2011 teaser
These equally were first posted over at Mundie Source but I'm going to reproduce them here as well: the chapter titles of Clockwork Prince, and their meanings.
**NB The release date for Clockwork Prince is, as Amazon says, December 6. It was originally slated for end of September, but I was in an accident last year, smashed two ribs and injured my wrist, and couldn't write for a few weeks. You'd think a slip of a few weeks wouldn't matter and in most cases it wouldn't but the deadlines on these books are so incredibly tight, since they're producing them so incredibly fast (I know it doesn't seem like it, but they are; I'm not taking less time to write them, so they're literally crushing all their production dates) that missing one date snowballs: they had to scramble to find a new date, and the earliest was December. Again, it's a production issue — for instance publishers "reserve" printers ahead of time so that they can get their books actually printed on paper; lose your spot in line and you have to take the next available. As long as books are physical objects we actually hold in our hands, this kind of thing can happen. I am sorry about it — really sorry — but there's nothing that can change it at this point. This should not affect the publication of Lost Souls in May; beyond that, dates are tentative anyway: http://cassandraclare.com/cms/faqs/publ
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 Dead
Will visits the Cross Bones Graveyard in London.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cross
Chapter One: The Council Chamber
Pretty 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 Death
The 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 Journey
Tessa, 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 Past
This 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 Sealed
Again 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 Wrath
The 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 Midnight
This 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 Angels
The 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 Unrest
This 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 Ball
This is somewhat self-explanatory. There is a masquerade ball. And a balcony. And Magnus.
Chapter Thirteen: The Mortal Sword
We 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 More
From 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 Rage
In which there are automatons and vengeance and explosions. The title comes from Shakespeare: "And brass eternal slave to mortal rage."
Chapter Seventeen: In Dreams
There 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:
http://twishort.com/acljr
Chapter Eighteen: Until I Die:
This 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 Prosper
Betrayals 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 Dream
This 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 Fire:
I 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.
august 2011
(SPOILERS)
He flinched away from her, and Tessa dropped her hand, hurt. “Jem, what it is it? You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Not like that,” he flared, and then flushed even darker than before.
“Like what?” She was honestly bewildered; this was behavior she might have expected from Will, but not from Jem: this mysteriousness, this anger.
“As if you were a nurse and I were your patient. You think because I am ill I am not like —” He drew a ragged breath. “Do you think I do not know,” he went on more quietly, “that when you take my hand, it is only so that you can feel my pulse? Do you think I do not know that when you look into my eyes it is only to see examine my pupils, to see how much of the drug I have taken? If I were another man, a normal man, I might have hopes, presumptions even; I might -—” His words seemed to catch; either because he realized he had said too much or because he had run out of breath.
She shook her head, feeling her plaits tickle her neck. “This is the fever speaking, not you.”
His eyes darkened, and he began to turn away from her. “You can’t even believe I could want you,” he said in a half-whisper. “That I am alive enough, healthy enough —”
“No.” Without thinking, she caught at his arm. He stiffened. “James, that's not at all what I meant —”
He curled his fingers around her hand, where it lay on his arm. His own scorched her skin, hot as fire. And then he turned her, and drew her toward him.
They stood face to face, chest to chest. His breath stirred her hair. She felt the fever rising off him like mist off the Thames; sensed the pounding of the blood through his skin, saw with a strange clarity the pulse at his neck, the light on the pale curls of his hair where it lay against his paler throat. Prickles of heat ran up and down her skin, bewildering her. This was Jem — her friend, steady and reliable as a heartbeat. Jem did not set her skin on fire or make the blood rush fast inside her veins until she was dizzy.
Did he?
“Tessa,” he said. She looked up at him. There was nothing steady or reliable about his expression. His silver eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. As she raised her face, he brought his down, his mouth slanting across hers, and even as she froze in surprise they were kissing.
“Not like that,” he flared, and then flushed even darker than before.
“Like what?” She was honestly bewildered; this was behavior she might have expected from Will, but not from Jem: this mysteriousness, this anger.
“As if you were a nurse and I were your patient. You think because I am ill I am not like —” He drew a ragged breath. “Do you think I do not know,” he went on more quietly, “that when you take my hand, it is only so that you can feel my pulse? Do you think I do not know that when you look into my eyes it is only to see examine my pupils, to see how much of the drug I have taken? If I were another man, a normal man, I might have hopes, presumptions even; I might -—” His words seemed to catch; either because he realized he had said too much or because he had run out of breath.
She shook her head, feeling her plaits tickle her neck. “This is the fever speaking, not you.”
His eyes darkened, and he began to turn away from her. “You can’t even believe I could want you,” he said in a half-whisper. “That I am alive enough, healthy enough —”
“No.” Without thinking, she caught at his arm. He stiffened. “James, that's not at all what I meant —”
He curled his fingers around her hand, where it lay on his arm. His own scorched her skin, hot as fire. And then he turned her, and drew her toward him.
They stood face to face, chest to chest. His breath stirred her hair. She felt the fever rising off him like mist off the Thames; sensed the pounding of the blood through his skin, saw with a strange clarity the pulse at his neck, the light on the pale curls of his hair where it lay against his paler throat. Prickles of heat ran up and down her skin, bewildering her. This was Jem — her friend, steady and reliable as a heartbeat. Jem did not set her skin on fire or make the blood rush fast inside her veins until she was dizzy.
Did he?
“Tessa,” he said. She looked up at him. There was nothing steady or reliable about his expression. His silver eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. As she raised her face, he brought his down, his mouth slanting across hers, and even as she froze in surprise they were kissing.
these were all posted on cassandraclare.livejournal.com
loved them!!! Made me wanna read the book.
my history with Cassandra Clare
I have read my first Cassandra Clare novel in may 2011, when I could read it... So you may say that I am a 'new' fan, but I have read all her books already three times since may ;)
I have been following her on twitter since, reading all of her tweets (stupid fact)
and I have read city of bones in 3 languages (!) (english, dutch, german)
and I do not even speak German well... (again, stupid fact...)
that was my short but important history with Cassandra Clare
Hope you loved this post on the book :)
Cannot wait to read it, dying to read it.
If I could get it by selling my soul to the devil, I would, definitely!!
Did you already read the book? What did you think of it? I want to hear all about
xx Margot-who-is-still-waiting-for-her-book-because-of-her-stupid-parents (fail)
1 comment:
I read the first book to this series over 6 months ago, so picking up the second was a little hard to get back into at first. But... After familiarizing myself with the names of the characters again, harsh but beautiful Will, delicate but handome Jem, and powerful but unsure Tessa, all came rushing back to memory. The author once again captured my attention by telling a tale of love triangles, downworlders, shadowhunters, and automated creations. Looking forward to seeing whats next in the series.
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