 Cassandra Clare

"Cordelia Carstairs is a Shadowhunter, a warrior trained since childhood to battle demons. When her father is accused of a terrible crime, she and her brother travel to London in hopes of preventing the family's ruin. Cordelia's mother wants to marry her off, but Cordelia is determined to be a hero rather than a bride. Soon Cordelia encounters childhood friends James and Lucie Herondale and is drawn into their world of glittering ballrooms, secret assignations, and supernatural salons, where vampires and warlocks mingle with mermaids and magicians. All the while, she must hide her secret love for James, who is sworn to marry someone else. But Cordelia's new life is blown apart when a shocking series of demon attacks devastate London. These monsters are nothing like those Shadowhunters have fought before--these demons walk in daylight, strike down the unwary with incurable poison, and seem impossible to kill. London is immediately quarantined. Trapped in the city, Cordelia and her friends discover that their own connection to a dark legacy has gifted them with incredible powers--and forced a brutal choice that will reveal the true cruel price of being a hero"--

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Salomé GB

"Well, good luck," Magnus said, picking up his walking stick. "I suppose I shall go to Hatchards for a few hours. There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for a while."

You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.  

Sarah Campbell

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed. 

Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well. 

—Algernon Charles Swinburne, "The Garden of Proserpine"

Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold 

So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights 

That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood 

So in my veins red life might stream again. 

—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Lady of Shalott"

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