Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Cassandra Clare's Recent "Unidentified Snippet"

Okay, I was on the internet, doing my daily dose of surfing, and came across this unidentified snippet by Cassandra Clare:

 He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

His LAST?!? Oh, God. I have sick feeling this is Jem she's talking about...

Saturday, 7 January 2012

City of Lost Souls Prologue

Along with the cover, Cassie Clare also released the prologue of City of Lost Souls. I don't know about you but I'm mighty excited.

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Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.
He'd never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He'd played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.
He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.
The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.
Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.
He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. "Mom!" he shouted. "Mom, it's me!"
There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother's footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. "Mom!" His voice broke. "Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It's me, Simon!"
The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. "Go away!" Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. "Murderer!"
"I don't kill people." Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? "I told you. I drink animal blood."
He heard her whisper, softly, several words in Hebrew. "You killed my son," she said. "You killed him and put a monster in his place."
"I am your son—"
"You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You're not Simon!" Her voice rose to almost a scream. "Get away from my house before I kill you, monster!"
"Becky," he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. "What have you told Becky?"
"Stay away from your sister." Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.
"Mom," he said again, but this time his voice wouldn't rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. "I need to know—is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please—"
"Stay away from Becky!" She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.
Before I kill you, monster.
The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.
He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother's hate for him.
No, he reminded himself. She didn't hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn't exist. I am not what she says I am.
He didn't know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn't begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket.
He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Simon?" It was Clary. She sounded breathless. "Where are you?"
"Home," he said, and paused. "My mother's house," he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. "Why aren't you back at the Institute? Is everyone all right?"
"That's just it," she said. "Just after you left, Maryse came back down from the roof where Jace was supposed to be waiting. There was no one there."
Simon moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street, toward the subway station. "What do you mean, there was no one there?"
"Jace was gone," she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. "And so was Sebastian."
Simon stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. "But he was dead. He's dead, Clary—"
"Then you tell me why he isn't there, because he isn't," she said, her voice finally breaking. "There's nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They're both gone, Simon. Jace is gone. . . ."

Friday, 6 January 2012

City of Lost Souls Official Cover

City of Lost Souls (The Mortal Instruments, #5)



HOLY SH*T!!!


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*Chills*

The  cover is soooooo g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s-!

When I first saw this, I thought it was a fan cover. Because its different from the others, but then, thats what I love about it!

Its new, exciting and has me falling off the end of my chair!

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I can't wait!!!

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Before I Die by Jenny Downham- Review





Before I die by Jenny Dowham, makes you realise how fragile everything we take for granted is. Getting up in the morning, spending the day knowing you still have tomorrow and looking forward to things in the future...


Tessa Scott has a list. She has a list of ten things to do before she dies.

When Tessa was 12, she was diagnosed with cancer. Now at the age of 16 she wants to live through all the things she wants to do before she dies.

Number 1: Sex

While I was reading this I thought, 'Oh here we go again'. But luckily enough for me, it changed. Not just in how Tessa handled her life, but the way Jenny Downham brough the characters feelings/emotions to life.

The word building and structure of this novel was literally breath taking. I couldn't put the book down, wondering what would happen next.

Cal, Tessa's 11 year old brother just seemed like a random extra character. But as the book builds, along with the tension. You begin to realise how important he is along with Zoey.

Zoey, Tessa's best friend, just seemed like a prop at first. The fun, rebel teenager. But like all other charcters in the book, reality sets in, and the unexpected happens. She also will face decisions, just like Adam.

Adam is the shy neighbour, that Tessa can't keep herself from.
Adam is looking after his ill mother, while also coping with a loss. With everything else on his plate, he has to face a massive decision on letting Tessa into his life. While knowing he could lose her too at any moment.

Tessa's mum and dad also put out a big influence throughout the novel. Espiecially the dad, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

This book was really set out well and the storyline was written out perfectly.

I really enjoyed this novel, I hope you other fellow readers that decide to read it, will find it as amazing as I did. :)

Monday, 2 January 2012

Clockwork Princess Spoiler

For those of you who have just finished Clockwork Prince and whom I bet are just bawling your eye out (which what I am, at the moment), I hope a Clockwork Princess teaser makes you feel better (or not. I know how some of you feel about teasers...). So here you are. Enjoy!


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Jem drew the bow back and let the arrow fly; it struck the creature in the side. The massive demon worm writhed in agony, undulating as it swept its great, blind head from side to side, uprooting shrubbery with its thrashings. Leaves filled the air and the boys choked on dust, Gideon backing up with his seraph blade in his hand, trying to see by its light.
“It’s coming toward us,” he said in a low voice.
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust.
“By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?”