Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he brought the lad back to live among decent folk. They thought they were going to get Bag End, that time when he went off and was thought to be dead. And then he comes back and orders them off; and he goes on living and living, and never looking a day older, bless him! And suddenly he produces an heir, and has all the papers made out proper. I know nothing about jools. Bilbo is free with his money, and there seems no lack of it; but I know of no tunnel-making. Bilbo when he came back, a matter of sixty years ago, when I was a lad.
And in the middle of it all Mr. Bilbo comes up the Hill with a pony and some mighty big bags and a couple of chests. But my lad Sam will know more about that. Crazy about stories of the old days he is, and he listens to all Mr. Bilbo has learned him his letters - meaning no harm, mark you, and I hope no harm will come of it.
But the Gaffer did not convince his audience. And look at the outlandish folk that visit him: But they do things proper at Bag End. That very month was September, and as fine as you could ask. A day or two later a rumour probably started by the knowledgeable Sam was spread about that there were going to be fireworks - fireworks, what is more, such as had not been seen in the Shire for nigh on a century, not indeed since the Old Took died. Days passed and The Day drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up the Hill to Bag End.
The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: A few of them remained at Bag End. At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of the Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone.
He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat. Small hobbit-children ran after the cart all through Hobbiton and right up the hill. It had a cargo of fireworks, as they rightly guessed. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it.
Hence the excitement of the hobbit-children. They knew him by sight, though he only appeared in Hobbiton occasionally and never stopped long; but neither they nor any but the oldest of their elders had seen one of his firework displays - they now belonged to the legendary past. When the old man, helped by Bilbo and some dwarves, had finished unloading. Bilbo gave a few pennies away; but not a single squib or cracker was forthcoming, to the disappointment of the onlookers. The young hobbits stared at the door in vain for a while, and then made off, feeling that the day of the party would never come.
Inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a small room looking out west on to the garden. The late afternoon was bright and peaceful. The flowers glowed red and golden: I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan - your whole plan, mind - and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us.
The next day more carts rolled up the Hill, and still more carts. People became enthusiastic; and they began to tick off the days on the calendar; and they watched eagerly for the postman, hoping for invitations. Before long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carrying hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come.
A notice appeared on the gate at Bag End: Even those who had, or pretended to have Party Business were seldom allowed inside. A special entrance was cut into the bank leading to the road, and wide steps and a large white gate were built there. The three hobbit-families of Bagshot Row, adjoining the field, were intensely interested and generally envied. Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work in his garden. The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table.
Lanterns were hung on all its branches. A draught of cooks, from every inn and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height. Then the weather clouded over. That was on Wednesday the eve of the Party. Then Thursday, September the 22nd, actually dawned.
The sun got up, the clouds vanished, flags were unfurled and the fun began. Bilbo Baggins called it a party, but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled into one. Practically everybody living near was invited. A very few were overlooked by accident, but as they turned up all the same, that did not matter.
Many people from other parts of the Shire were also asked; and there were even a few from outside the borders. Bilbo met the guests and additions at the new white gate in person. He gave away presents to all and sundry - the latter were those who went out again by a back way and came in again by the gate. Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so lavishly as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. But they never got tired of them. On this occasion the presents were unusually good. The hobbit-children were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating.
There were toys the like of which they had never seen before, all beautiful and some obviously magical. Many of them had indeed been ordered a year before, and had come all the way from the Mountain and from Dale, and were of real dwarf-make. When every guest had been welcomed and was finally inside the gate, there were songs, dances, music, games, and, of course, food and drink. There were three official meals: But lunch and tea were marked chiefly by the fact that at those times all the guests were sitting down and eating together.
At other times there were merely lots of people eating and drinking - continuously from elevenses until six-thirty, when the fireworks started. The fireworks were by Gandalf: But there was also a generous distribution of squibs, crackers, backarappers, sparklers, torches, dwarf-candles, elf-fountains, goblin-barkers and thunder-claps. They were all superb. The art of Gandalf improved with age. There were rockets like a flight of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: There were fountains of butterflies that flew glittering into the trees; there were pillars of coloured fires that rose and turned into eagles, or sailing ships, or a phalanx of flying swans; there was a red thunderstorm and a shower of yellow rain; there was a forest of silver spears that sprang suddenly into the air with a yell like an embattled army, and came down again into the Water with a hiss like a hundred hot snakes.
And there was also one last surprise, in honour of Bilbo, and it startled the hobbits exceedingly, as Gandalf intended. The lights went out. A great smoke went up. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and began to glow at the summit. It spouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-golden dragon - not life-size, but terribly life-like: They all ducked, and many fell flat on their faces. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over Bywater with a deafening explosion.
The pain and alarm vanished at once, and the prostrate hobbits leaped to their feet. There was a splendid supper for everyone; for everyone, that is, except those invited to the special family dinner-party. This was held in the great pavilion with the tree. The invitations were limited to twelve dozen a number also called by the hobbits one Gross, though the word was not considered proper to use of people ; and the guests were selected from all the families to which Bilbo and Frodo were related, with the addition of a few special unrelated friends such as Gandalf.
Many young hobbits were included, and present by parental permission; for hobbits were easy-going with their children in the matter of sitting up late, especially when there was a chance of getting them a free meal. Bringing up young hobbits took a lot of provender.
Some of these were only very distantly connected with Bilbo, and some of them had hardly ever been in Hobbiton before, as they lived in remote corners of the Shire. The Sackville-Bagginses were not forgotten. Otho and his wife Lobelia were present. They disliked Bilbo and detested Frodo, but so magnificent was the invitation card, written in golden ink, that they had felt it was impossible to refuse.
Besides, their cousin, Bilbo, had been specializing in food for many years and his table had a high reputation. All the one hundred and forty-four guests expected a pleasant feast; though they rather dreaded the after-dinner speech of their host an inevitable item. He was liable to drag in bits of what he called poetry; and sometimes, after a glass or two, would allude to the absurd adventures of his mysterious journey.
The guests were not disappointed: After the feast more or less came the Speech. They were sipping their favourite drinks, and nibbling at their favourite dainties, and their fears were forgotten. They were prepared to listen to anything, and to cheer at every full stop. My dear People, began Bilbo, rising in his place. Bilbo left his place and went and stood on a chair under the illuminated tree.
The light of the lanterns fell on his beaming face; the golden buttons shone on his embroidered silk waistcoat. They could all see him standing, waving one hand in the air, the other was in his trouser-pocket. His name, of course, was Proudfoot, and well merited; his feet were large, exceptionally furry, and both were on the table. Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday: I am eleventy-one today!
Bilbo was doing splendidly. This was the sort of stuff they liked: Cries of Yes and No. Noises of trumpets and horns, pipes and flutes, and other musical instruments. There were, as has been said, many young hobbits present. Hundreds of musical crackers had been pulled. Most of them bore the mark dale on them; which did not convey much to most of the hobbits, but they all agreed they were marvellous crackers.
They contained instruments, small, but of perfect make and enchanting tones. Indeed, in one corner some of the young Tooks and Brandybucks, supposing Uncle Bilbo to have finished since he had plainly said all that was necessary , now got up an impromptu orchestra, and began a merry dance-tune.
Master Everard Took and Miss Melilot Brandybuck got on a table and with bells in their hands began to dance the Springle-ring: But Bilbo had not finished. Seizing a horn from a youngster near by, he blew three loud hoots. Cheers from all the assembly. Something in the way that he said this made an impression. There was almost silence, and one or two of the Tooks pricked up their ears. Indeed, for Three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits.
Tremendous outburst of approval. This was unexpected and rather difficult. There was some scattered clapping, but most of them were trying to work it out and see if it came to a compliment. Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo.
He comes of age and into his inheritance today. Together we score one hundred and forty-four. Your numbers were chosen to fit this remarkable total: One Gross, if I may use the expression. Many of his guests, and especially the Sackville-Bagginses, were insulted, feeling sure they had only been asked to fill up the required number, like goods in a package. It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion.
I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment. He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that - though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you - this is the END. I am leaving NOW. He stepped down and vanished. There was a blinding flash of light, and the guests all blinked.
When they opened their eyes Bilbo was nowhere to be seen. One hundred and forty-four flabbergasted hobbits sat back speechless. Old Odo Proudfoot removed his feet from the table and stamped. It was generally agreed that the joke was in very bad taste, and more food and drink were needed to cure the guests of shock and annoyance.
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For the moment most of them took it for granted that his disappearance was nothing more than a ridiculous prank. But old Rory Brandybuck was not so sure. Neither age nor an enormous dinner had clouded his wits, and he said to his daughter-in-law, Esmeralda: I believe that mad Baggins is off again. Frodo was the only one present who had said nothing. He had enjoyed the joke, of course, even though he had been in the know. He had difficulty in keeping from laughter at the indignant surprise of the guests. But at the same time he felt deeply troubled: Frodo did not want to have any more to do with the party.
He gave orders for more wine to be served; then he got up and drained his own glass silently to the health of Bilbo, and slipped out of the pavilion. As for Bilbo Baggins, even while he was making his speech, he had been fingering the golden ring in his pocket: As he stepped down he slipped it on his finger, and he was never seen by any hobbit in Hobbiton again.
He walked briskly back to his hole, and stood for a moment listening with a smile to the din in the pavilion and to the sounds of merrymaking in other parts of the field. Then he went in. He took off his party clothes, folded up and wrapped in tissue-paper his embroidered silk waistcoat, and put it away. Then he put on quickly some old untidy garments, and fastened round his waist a worn leather belt. On it he hung a short sword in a battered black-leather scabbard.
From a locked drawer, smelling of moth-balls, he took out an old cloak and hood. They had been locked up as if they were very precious, but they were so patched and weatherstained that their original colour could hardly be guessed: They were rather too large for him. He then went into his study, and from a large strong-box took out a bundle wrapped in old cloths, and a leather-bound manuscript; and also a large bulky envelope. The book and bundle he stuffed into the top of a heavy bag that was standing there, already nearly full.
Into the envelope he slipped his golden ring, and its fine chain, and then sealed it, and addressed it to Frodo. At first he put it on the mantelpiece, but suddenly he removed it and stuck it in his pocket. At that moment the door opened and Gandalf came quickly in. I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan? A little addition of your own, I suppose? You have wisely kept that ring secret all these years, and it seemed to me necessary to give your guests something else that would seem to explain your sudden vanishment.
It has now come to the final point. You have had your joke, and alarmed or offended most of your relations, and given the whole Shire something to talk about for nine days, or ninety-nine more likely. Are you going any further? I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday, as I have told you before. Probably a permanent holiday: I need a change, or something. Gandalf looked curiously and closely at him. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains, and then find somewhere where I can rest. In peace and quiet, without a lot of relatives prying around, and a string of confounded visitors hanging on the bell.
I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending for it: Frodo has read some already, as far as it has gone. In fact he offered to once, just before the party. But he does not really want to, yet. I want to see the wild country again before I die, and the Mountains; but he is still in love with the Shire, with woods and fields and little rivers.
He ought to be comfortable here. I am leaving everything to him, of course, except a few oddments. I hope he will be happy, when he gets used to being on his own. Here it is in my pocket! Gandalf looked again very hard at Bilbo, and there was a gleam in his eyes. Why do you want me to?
It was sharp with suspicion and annoyance. Magic rings are - well, magical; and they are rare and curious. I was professionally interested in your ring, you may say; and I still am. I should like to know where it is, if you go wandering again. Also I think you have had it quite long enough. Bilbo, unless I am quite mistaken. Bilbo flushed, and there was an angry light in his eyes.
His kindly face grew hard. It is my own. It came to me. Even if Gollum said the same once. And I shall keep it, I say. It has got far too much hold on you. And then you can go yourself, and be free. Do as you promised: If you say that again, I shall.
Lord of Shadows
Then you will see Gandalf the Grey uncloaked. Bilbo backed away to the wall, breathing hard, his hand clutching at his pocket. They stood for a while facing one another, and the air of the room tingled. Slowly his hands relaxed, and he began to tremble. What is it all about? I am not trying to rob you, but to help you. I wish you would trust me, as you used. He seemed to dwindle again to an old grey man, bent and troubled. Bilbo drew his hand over his eyes.
And yet it would be a relief in a way not to be bothered with it any more. It has been so growing on my mind lately. Sometimes I have felt it was like an eye looking at me. Go away and leave it behind. Give it to Frodo, and I will look after him. Bilbo stood for a moment tense and undecided. It would quite spoil the joke. You had better take it and deliver it for me. That will be safest. It will be safe enough there, till Frodo comes. I shall wait for him. Bilbo took out the envelope, but just as he was about to set it by the clock, his hand jerked back, and the packet fell on the floor.
Before he could pick it up, the wizard stooped and seized it and set it in its place. Suddenly it gave way to a look of relief and a laugh. They went out into the hall. Bilbo chose his favourite stick from the stand; then he whistled. Three dwarves came out of different rooms where they had been busy. It was a fine night, and the black sky was dotted with stars. He looked up, sniffing the air.
What fun to be off again, off on the Road with dwarves! This is what I have really been longing for, for years! Take care of yourself! You are old enough, and perhaps wise enough. I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. He paused, silent for a moment. Then without another word he turned away from the lights and voices in the fields and tents, and followed by his three companions went round into his garden, and trotted down the long sloping path.
He jumped over a low place in the hedge at the bottom, and took to the meadows, passing into the night like a rustle of wind in the grass. Gandalf remained for a while staring after him into the darkness. Frodo came in soon afterwards, and found him sitting in the dark, deep in thought. He always used to joke about serious things. I wish I had come back sooner, just to see him off. He left a packet for you. But keep it secret, and keep it safe! Now I am going to bed. As master of Bag End Frodo felt it his painful duty to say good-bye to the guests.
Rumours of strange events had by now spread all over the field, but Frodo would only say no doubt everything will be cleared up in the morning. About midnight carriages came for the important folk. One by one they rolled away, filled with full but very unsatisfied hobbits. Gardeners came by arrangement, and removed in wheel-barrows those that had inadvertently remained behind. The hobbits rose rather later. People came and began by orders to clear away the pavilions and the tables and the chairs, and the spoons and knives and bottles and plates, and the lanterns, and the flowering shrubs in boxes, and the crumbs and cracker-paper, the forgotten bags and gloves and handkerchiefs, and the uneaten food a very small item.
Then a number of other people came without orders: Bagginses, and Boffins, and Bolgers, and Tooks, and other guests that lived or were staying near. By mid-day, when even the best-fed were out and about again, there was a large crowd at Bag End, uninvited but not unexpected. Frodo was waiting on the step, smiling, but looking rather tired and worried. He welcomed all the callers, but he had not much more to say than before. His reply to all inquiries was simply this: Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as I know, for good.
Inside in the hall there was piled a large assortment of packages and parcels and small articles of furniture. On every item there was a label tied. There were several labels of this sort:. Adelard had carried off many unlabelled ones. Milo never answered letters. She was a young Baggins, and too obviously considered her face shapely. Hugo was a great borrower of books, and worse than usual at returning them. Bilbo believed that she had acquired a good many of his spoons, while he was away on his former journey. Lobelia knew that quite well.
When she arrived later in the day, she took the point at once, but she also took the spoons. This is only a small selection of the assembled presents. It was a tendency of hobbit-holes to get cluttered up: Not, of course, that the birthday-presents were always new, there were one or two old mathoms of forgotten uses that had circulated all around the district; but Bilbo had usually given new presents, and kept those that he received. The old hole was now being cleared a little. Every one of the various parting gifts had labels, written out personally by Bilbo, and several had some point, or some joke.
But, of course, most of the things were given where they would be wanted and welcome. The poorer hobbits, and especially those of Bagshot Row, did very well. Old Gaffer Gamgee got two sacks of potatoes, a new spade, a woollen waistcoat, and a bottle of ointment for creaking joints.
Old Rory Brandybuck, in return for much hospitality, got a dozen bottles of Old Winyards: Rory quite forgave Bilbo, and voted him a capital fellow after the first bottle. There was plenty of everything left for Frodo. And, of course, all the chief treasures, as well as the books, pictures, and more than enough furniture, were left in his possession. There was, however, no sign nor mention of money or jewellery: Frodo had a very trying time that afternoon.
A false rumour that the whole household was being distributed free spread like wildfire; and before long the place was packed with people who had no business there, but could not be kept out. Labels got torn off and mixed, and quarrels broke out. Some people tried to do swaps and deals in the hall; and others tried to make off with minor items not addressed to them, or with anything that seemed unwanted or unwatched.
The road to the gate was blocked with barrows and handcarts. In the middle of the commotion the Sackville-Bagginses arrived. Frodo had retired for a while and left his friend Merry Brandybuck to keep an eye on things. When Otho loudly demanded to see Frodo, Merry bowed politely.
Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices, #2) by Cassandra Clare
Just go and tell him so! Merry left them a long while in the hall, and they had time to discover their parting gift of spoons. It did not improve their tempers. Eventually they were shown into the study. Frodo was sitting at a table with a lot of papers in front of him. He looked indisposed - to see Sackville-Bagginses at any rate; and he stood up, fidgeting with something in his pocket. But he spoke quite politely. The Sackville-Bagginses were rather offensive.
They began by offering him bad bargain-prices as between friends for various valuable and unlabelled things. When Frodo replied that only the things specially directed by Bilbo were being given away, they said the whole affair was very fishy. I insist on seeing the will. He read the will carefully and snorted. It was, unfortunately, very clear and correct according to the legal customs of hobbits, which demand among other things seven signatures of witnesses in red ink.
But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and comers and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small but rather valuable articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was:.
Then they went round the hole, and evicted three young hobbits two Boffins and a Bolger who were knocking holes in the walls of one of the cellars. When he had overcome Sancho and pushed him out, Frodo collapsed on a chair in the hall. He had hardly sat down, when there came a soft knock at the front-door. He went on with his tea. The knock was repeated, much louder, but he took no notice. I just think it would be awesome if they could go back to Tessa Will and Jems time and work with them Mina i don't think she will.
It would just feel so fake. She adds references - Jem being alive the biggest one- but if they actually went back in time it …more i don't think she will. She adds references - Jem being alive the biggest one- but if they actually went back in time it would feel unreal and spoil it. See all 78 questions about Lord of Shadows…. Lists with This Book. May 21, Emma Giordano rated it it was amazing. It has the same amount of high-intensity, beautifully constructed, and deep, yet comedic content we love to see from The Shadowhunt I said it before and I will say it again, The Dark Artifices is Cassandra Clare's most sophisticated work yet.
It has the same amount of high-intensity, beautifully constructed, and deep, yet comedic content we love to see from The Shadowhunter Chronicles. Lord of Shadows delves deeper into the Shadowhunter World than we've ever seen before. From the repercussions of the Cold Peace, the rising tensions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters, to the nuclear bombs waiting to detonate between character relationships, everything about this series expands into a bigger and better tale than I could have anticipated.
Anything I could have asked for was either delivered as I wanted, or something I didn't even know I wanted until it was given to me. While I feel every character in this series has grown from book one to two, it really was a pleasure to learn more about this specific set of characters and get to know them better. I just feel that with all the burdens each of them carry, they begin to face them head-on, which made me very proud.
I think any reader who loves the TDA characters will be impressed with the character development in the sequel! As per usual, the plot of the next installment of The Shadowhunter Chronicles is insane. I loved all of the different journeys our protagonists went on; From London, to Cornwall, to Faerieland, to Idris, there's so much adventure and excitement to love.
Of course, within that comes all of the devastation which no one is prepared for, but still flawlessly written, nonetheless. As always, I have to applaud Cassie for continuing to grow and improve her craft. I truly believe every single book in The Shadowhunter Chronicles gets better and better as the story deepens. I'm particularly impressed because I saw risks with Lord of Shadows that weren't always taken in past books and I stand by all decisions made yes, even each of the deaths!
I'm satisfied, elated, heart-broken, and blown away all in one. Of course, I'd highly recommend reading Lord of Shadows. I cannot wait for you all to experience this story! All opinions are my own. View all 51 comments. May 23, Kat O'Keeffe rated it it was amazing Shelves: I can't remember the last time a book made my heart feel this empty and this full at the same time. Man, what a magnificent installment. The story here is so epic and sprawling, and the way it's told--especially the pacing, how the different story threads were woven together--it was just perfect.
Not to mention that I love these characters so much it makes my heart ache. View all 44 comments. Apr 17, Andrea rated it it was amazing Shelves: Don't talk to me for like a week. In other news, I broke my promise again of not reading the book the day it comes out and in one sitting. This book is going to make me suffer. I think I better wait until the last book comes out to read the whole series com Don't talk to me for like a week. I think I better wait until the last book comes out to read the whole series completely without suffering cliffhangers for a year again.
View all 69 comments. View all 21 comments. I kinda hate Kieran less? Still aint a fave tho: We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything. I absolutely adore the characters in this series, especially Emma, Julian, Cristina, Livvy, Kit and Ty so having them all back in Lord of Shadows was of course a highlight. Every single one has so many dichotomies and intricacies that make them fascinating.
I think in Julian, especially, that is showcased, but also in Mark, Cristina and Emma too. The way the plot moved from location to location, featuring the Faerie Realms, London, Alicante and LA was fun for me, I liked how the story moved around more then it did in Lady Midnight. I know heaps of people find Cassandra Clare boring, but I personally find her books really addictive, and I want to know what happens straight away. You know the old 'take a peek at the end of the chapter because what the fuck is happening' trick?
Lord of Shadows definitely critically examined the world we live in today through the lens of the shadow world, and much of the discussion and plot point was very on-point for current events. That did show a maturity in Cassandra Clare's writing, and I do definitely think this is her most political and developed book and series. Representation was also fairly good for a Cassandra Clare book. Ty is autistic and heavily implied to be gay, and Kit is heavily implied to be bisexual. Aline gay, chinese , Helen bisexual and Jem chinese , Alec gay and Magnus biracial and bisexual also appear but are only in it for a very short time.
But it's still such a fucking solid book I really loved reading it. She's brave, smart, loyal, loving, protective, caring. She cares so much about the Blackthorns and her parents and she wants to be loved back so much in return, and I just really need her to be happy and okay.
I love her strength and resilience so much. She's definitely my favourite character I love her. I'm really, really excited to see where his character arc is taken in Queen of Air and Darkness because the ending of LOS has left him in a position to swing in an extreme direction. I have to admit I don't love Mark as much as everyone else but he's okay.
I was really wanting to see some good character growth from him but I'm a little iffy on him. This I'm gonna get into. I love her relationship with Emma and her growth as a character and how she's become part of the family. I liked the exploration of her past with Jaimie and Diego. I absolutely loved this trio. They definitely added a new dynamic that wasn't there in Lady Midnight. Each is such a fun character, though Kit was my favourite because I loved his humour, and how his mundane culture clashed with the shadowhunter culture in both positive and negative ways.
Ty was one of my favourite scenes. Dru is a character I really want to like, and can really see myself liking in the future, but I found her arc a little awkward and boring. Lets start with Kieran There was so many make out steamy scenes I actually got bored of steamy make out scenes. Kitty and Kitliv is excused from this mess they are all Pure. But after that it got way way better. Really liked the trip into Faerie, and what we saw from Julian and Emma there. Was super cool to see Magnus and Alec as dads. The fight scene with the Faeries outside the London institute and then at the cabin.
The action sequence was amazing and there was so much genuine tension I really thought everyone was gonna die 2: The entire fight scene at the Unseelie court. Loved the vulnerable side of Emma we saw unmasking her "dad" and also the vicious side we saw from Julian. Jules and Emma's talk after the fight. I thought it was a scene of such good character development and really needed. Their relationship is great I really love it and I think they're good together.
Loved him talking to Ty, especially when they talked about Livvy. Loved his discussion with Jules about Ty, and also loved his list of shadowhunter problems jgfhjf 5: Ty's letter to Annabel was amazing, and not just the letter itself but how much it meant to Julian to read that and know how much those kids fucking love him. This small review barely even covers the surface of my feelings about this book.
I truly adore all the characters so much, I have so much genuine concern over their happiness. I can't believe we have to wait until I have always been willing to criticise her work, but I do think she worked on some of those criticisms in this series. Its much, much stronger then tmi AND tid in my opinion. I don't think it's possible to be okay with that ending.
View all 31 comments. View all 23 comments. My reaction after finishing Lady Midnight My reaction after finishing Lord of Shadows I've had it with love triangles! I'm usually up for them as long as my ship prevails in the end ; but man did Cassie complicate things for every possible pairing in this book. It was like saying you hate your ex and then getting back together the next day. Is Cassie setting up Kit and Ty for a parabatai bond?
Or are they going to date? I'm still not sure. I'm very much looking forward to witnessing the parabatai ceremony since I have no idea how that actually happens. I've only read the first 4 TMI books, not the full series. I actually found out in LoS Clary and Simon are parabatai. And to think this book is over pages long. View all 52 comments. These books seriously just keep getting better and better.
The writing has improved SO much and the characters here are my absolute favorites. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but I actually liked Jace and Clary. But just like with Lady Midnight, I was more into the actual characters than whatever the larger plot arc was.
I guess I don't care that much about Malcom, Annabel, the book, the Shadow Lord, or most of that drama. Pretty sure anything or nothing could be happening and I'd be j These books seriously just keep getting better and better. Cassandra Clare really is the queen of love triangles and forbidden romance, though which hasn't always worked for me in the past.
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And even if the angst did get a bit excessive at times, I still rolled my eyes affectionately instead of in any sort of annoyance Ughhh that ending wrecked me. I don't want to get into any of the plot or spoil anything, so I'll just say it was really fun to see Faerie, London, familiar old faces, and get to know the current characters better. One of them turns out to be transgender and I thought it was handled really well but will defer to others who can say whether that's the case.
I just love how much wonderful rep these stories have! I really do love every single character, but Ty is seriously one of my all-time favorites from any book. I'm still so thrilled to see such a caring, badass, complex kid who happens to be autistic. It's not his whole personality, nor is it something the story tries to shy away from or handle any differently.
It's approached so matter-of-factly that I just want to hug the book. And Kit's relationship with Ty is amazing I ship them as friends or a couple or whatever.
I just love them together so much. I also really admired how the plot managed to weave in obvious parallels for current social issues in a way that felt authentic instead of like some message beating you over the head. There's a fascist Cohort faction of the council that supports the Downworlder registry, believes they speak for a silent majority, and "seek to return the Clave to a lost golden age.
A time that never was, when Downworlders knew their place and Nephilim ruled in harmony. In truth, the past was a violent time, when Downworlders suffered and those Nephilim who possessed compassion and empathy were tormented and punished along with them. They assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks. And I also love how much mythology and clever references are woven into these stories. Even the totally unintentional ones But for real, I had a lot of fun with this book and just wish we didn't have to wait so long for the next one! Dec 04, Katerina rated it it was amazing Shelves: Break it in pieces.
I give you permission. I don't recall allowing Cassandra Clare to wreck havoc on my soul and stomp on its pieces before scattering them to the wind. But she did it anyway. Their power will be crushed, their might thrown down into the dirt, and their blood will run like water through the riverbeds of the world. That's the perfect way to describe Lord of Shadows , with its somber ambience and the unease that keeps creeping up from the pages and sinking into your pores. A war is coming. A war more devastating than ever, since the numbers of the Shadowhunters are alarmingly low and they're torn by inner disputes.
There is a rising faction that wishes to strip Downworlders of their rights. To treat them like animals. There is a dangerous book of dark, unholy magic that can unravel the world of the Angel's descendants. There is the Unseelie King who wishes to unite the fairie and destroy everything that stands in his way. A girl raised from the dead, with betrayal in her heart and huge distrust towards the people she can call family.
It all leads back to them and their allies. And two parabatai who love each other more than they should, with a love that threatens to tear their family apart. Can some sacred bonds be broken? Fiction is truth, even if it is not a fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die. While her writing skills keep improving, the essence of her novels remains the same. In Lord of Shadows , she weaves a story of yearning, passion, bitterness, anger and desire.
Desire painted with fevered touches and swollen lips and cheekbones illuminated by moonlight and hearts clenching with unspoken feelings. Her descriptions are lavish, her battle scenes intense, and her characters gloriously flawed. From the land of Fairie and unhallowed churches to Idris and the London Institute that sparked a strong pang of nostalgia she whispered stories of cursed love, of injustice and bloodshed and fanatism.
And she triumphantly proved that Arthur Blackthorn could not be wiser: Yes I do admire her fierceness and her strong spirit, her compassion and her sassiness, but by the Angel I lost count of the times she hurt Julian "for his own good", when she thought she was self-sacrificing and noble but then mourned her relationship with him when she was the one who broke it. And don't get me started on all those moments when she acted before thinking and ended up endangering everyone close to her. And Julian, well, he also troubled me, especially because he scared me. He was ruthless and cunning for the sake of his family, I can't blame him for that in fact I love him for that but if he proceeds with his plan to do you-know-what, I will never forgive him.
All this scheming ended up bringing sorrow and huge, fat tears that have not dried yet. Kit, Livvy, Ty, I loved their scenes and crime-solving attempts, they were such an endearing and bizarre threesome! So many tangled emotions that felt right , despite their oddity, I'm still not certain what I want for them, only more scenes, with unexpected tenderness and craving.
More likely a source of infinite pain. It was cruel, unfair, and absolutely devastating. No dates slaying frost giants, not even Raziel himself dancing salsa will be able to make amends, my dear Cassandra. I'm off to deal with everything the only way I know. You can find this review and more at BookNest.
View all 24 comments. When it comes to Lord of Shadows I really don't even know where to start! I loved the book! I loved it so much I found myself rereading certain passages just because I couldn't help myself but had to experience them again and again. There were so many details and thi When it comes to Lord of Shadows I really don't even know where to start!
There is love everywhere and all of the characters have plenty of it to give. There are Julian and Emma who try to fight their feelings, there are Ty and Kit who slowly but steadily seem to fall in love and there is the love triangle between Mark, Kieran and Cristina that left me almost breathless and broken. I had to laugh, I had to cry, I wanted to tear the book apart and throw it against a wall. Cassie how dare you to make such an ending!?!?
How could you do this to your follow readers?!?!?! Well, enough of the ranting and back to the good stuff! Relationships are definitely something Cassandra Clare truly excels at and the more I read from her, the better her books seem to become. I adore Julian, I really do! I never met another character that was so driven by his love for his family, the fact he would do everything in order to protect his loved ones something that sometimes even gave me the chills. He is neither black nor white and his love for Emma only seems to emphasise his inner conflict. The tension between those two is almost tangible in the air and whenever I read about them I was reduced to a squealing fan girl.
Because I'm an artist, Emma. These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you. I love, love, love and love those two!! Every time they interacted I had a smile on my face and felt oddly peaceful. Ty is such a gentle boy and Kit understands him so well. Maybe he could frustrate the Shadowhunters by refusing to work out and sitting around eating carbs. I defy you, Shadowhunters, he thought, thumbing the top off the container and popping a cookie in his mouth. I mock you with my sugar cravings. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.
This time however I wanted them to be together so badly that it almost hurt! He bent his head. Then you would understand. View all 36 comments. Mar 15, Beatrice in Bookland rated it it was amazing Shelves: I don't know how I got that so wrong. View all 20 comments. I can't deal with this hell I'm living in right now. Stabbing me in the heart would've hurt less. I want to punch you. But you're also my queen??? And now, I have to: Not long now till this beauty is released!!!! View all 48 comments. Nov 10, C. Drews rated it it was amazing Shelves: I thought I'd start off the review with like a really emotionally charged sentence of passionate and triumph but ya know what?
There will be no spoilers for LoS in this review! Or they'll be tagged! However there will be mild spoilers for Lady Midnight, so loooook away now. Ye have been warned. I'm absolute Shadowhunter trash, fyi, in case it was hard to tell. So every book is basically perfection, but I think the Lady Midnight series has just taken it up a notch.
I can't eeeeeven with how beautiful and diverse and thoughtful and poignant it all is. And some of the lines just make my heart melt with how perfect they are. It's like the Shadowhunter world understands so so much??? Like what it is to be different. Or filled with so much love it hurts. This was immense perfection. No second book blues here!! I mean, actually yes. But the only thing that is blue is ME. Give me all the lowkey scenes as well as the action ones. I can't even with how many subplots that fit in allllll together. My favourite plot aspect was soooo totally the Faeries.
They're deliciously evil and terrifying and basically my favourite versions of faeries I've read. Also the description for their culture and looks and everything is amazing. A sky full of jewels? Like sure, just let my heart gallop out of my chest for appreciation for the description. Peoples, it is not only thoughtful and complex, it is so so accurate. Ty is so precious and I just love how carefully Cassandra Clare weaves in how different his brain is wired and his habits and tics. Also Ty's interest in Sherlock is the best. I'm just gonna flail.
Let's be real here: I think she has some secret badass magic powers that no one knows about yet?!? Although I aggressively ship him na Kieran. She's sweet and kind I also love how he and Livvy got to have more action scenes. Let the babies out!! I do wish she had more time on the page doing stuff.
She's so sweet and protective of Ty but I don't erally know her personality? He is soooo a mini-Jace! He's also a huge thief, adorable, hugely sarcastic, loves to get into a fight if needed, and super sweetly lovely to Ty. And just the fact that he does his best to cater to Ty's needs and be there for him is just afkdlsafdjkl. Also love how Alec and the kids are in here! Also love that one of his baby's is blue and therefore probably also the child of Lazlo Strange. I wish to would fall off a cliff. Is terrifying, dead, and excellent. Why view spoiler [killing him off was like not even interesting And I appreciate that their level of angst didn't swallow the book.
I hate hate hate the love triangle with Mark x Kieran x Cristina. I also think Cristina only likes Mark because he's a fearie and she's obsessed with faeries?!? So that's not fair?!? I'm soooo glad Kieran features more in this one. Okay so I was spoiled and heard there was a "big death". I hoped it was going to be Emma.
I just think that would've made book 3 super interesting. However, it was Livvy and like I'm really sad about it, but she did feel like a dispensable character. But he is such a Slytherin and will literally drug his uncle, outwit the clave, and do anything for his siblings. Would he kill for them? Also freaking out with worry over Magnus?!? I'm so so so destroyed over that ending though ghahghhghghgh. The Queen of Zombie Hearts 4.
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