 Cassandra Clare

James and Cordelia must save London—and their marriage—in this thrilling and highly anticipated conclusion to the Last Hours series from the #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Cassandra Clare. Chain of Thorns is a Shadowhunters novel. Cordelia Carstairs has lost everything that matters to her. In only a few short weeks, she has seen her father murdered, her plans to become parabatai with her best friend, Lucie, destroyed, and her marriage to James Herondale crumble before her eyes. Even worse, she is now bound to an ancient demon, Lilith, stripping her of her power as a Shadowhunter. After fleeing to Paris with Matthew Fairchild, Cordelia hopes to forget her sorrows in the city’s glittering nightlife. But reality intrudes when shocking news comes from home: Tatiana Blackthorn has escaped the Adamant Citadel, and London is under new threat by the Prince of Hell, Belial. Cordelia returns to a London riven by chaos and dissent. The long-kept secret that Belial is James and Lucie’s grandfather has been revealed by an unexpected enemy, and the Herondales find themselves under suspicion of dealings with demons. Cordelia longs to protect James but is torn between a love for James she has long believed hopeless, and the possibility of a new life with Matthew. Nor can her friends help—ripped apart by their own secrets, they seem destined to face what is coming alone. For time is short, and Belial’s plan is about to crash into the Shadowhunters of London like a deadly wave, one that will separate Cordelia, Lucie, and the Merry Thieves from help of any kind. Left alone in a shadowy London, they must face Belial’s deadly army. If Cordelia and her friends are going to save their city—and their families—they will have to muster their courage, swallow their pride, and trust one another again. For if they fail, they may lose everything—even their souls.

Chain of Thorns

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I told you it would work!" Will cried in Magnus's direction. Magnus was busy magicking the unfastened baggage to the top of the steps, blue sparks darting like fireflies from his gloved fingertips."We should have done that on the way out!" 

"You did not say it would work," Magnus said. "You said, as I recall, By the Angel, he's going to kill us all." 

Sarah

We are married, and we will remain married, and in love, until the stars burn out of the sky

Belial sneered. "She will not touch me with her foul blade." he said. "For I will be possessing you and for her to harm me, she would have to end your life. Which she will not do. Women," he added, "are notoriously sentimental." 

"Wonderful," Matthew muttered. "Advice about human women from a Prince of Hell."

This is gonna work out like how Hades’s deal with Hercules does in the Disney movie. I just know it

"I, Prince Belial, Lord of Edom, of the First Nine, do swear on the name of Lucifer, He that is everything, that I will not cause harm to befall any of those dear to my blood grandson James Herondale. May I be struck into the Pit if such comes to pass."

 "Look, you need not discuss your feelings about James, Matthew, or whatever other harem of men you may have acquired, with me. I merely want to know if you're all right." 

Christopher's eyebrows had gone up, but he'd only said, "You read Persian, don't you?"

“And Sanskrit," Alastair said. "Urdu, some Malay, Tamil, Greek, and a bit of Coptic. If that would be useful"

Sarah Campbell

We must learn to suffer what we cannot evade; our life, like the harmony of the world, is composed of contrary things of diverse tones, sweet and harsh, sharp and flat, sprightly and solemn: the musician who should only affect some of these, what would he be able to do? he must know how to make use of them all, and to mix them; and so we should mingle the goods and evils which are consubstantial with our life; our being cannot subsist without this mixture, and the one part is no less necessary to it than the other. 

Merge into violent nights of black and gold; 

Where, it may be, the flower of dawn is cold: 

Ah, but the gold ights, and the scented ways! 

—Charles G. D. Roberts, "Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea"

But is there for the night a resting place? 

A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. 

May not the darkness hide it from my face?

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