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4.26 AVERAGE
4.26 AVERAGE
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
adventurous
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Spicy: 2
Ave atque vale in perpetuum, frater.
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adventurous
hopeful
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
dark
funny
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Content Warnings
Minor: Incest
adventurous
emotional
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
“Mortals die,” said Catarina. “You have always known that, and yet you’ve loved them
before.”
“Not,” Magnus said, “like this.”
Catarina inhaled in surprise. “Oh,” she said. “Oh . . .” She picked up her drink. “Magnus,” she
said tenderly. “You are impossibly stupid.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Am I?”
“If that’s the way you feel, you should be with him,” she said. “Think of Tessa. Did you learn
nothing from her? About what loves are worth the pain of losing them?”
Creo que voy a morir. No lo puedo creer, empece a leer este libro con el alma entre las manos pensando que lo peor podía pasar en cualquier momento, que, con tan solo un parpadeo ya vería muertes por doquier, sobre todo porque había visto esos fan-arts que había publicado Cassie, bueno, ya estaba pensando lo peor. Por lo menos sé que mis favoritos están bien y felices, también veremos a Julian y Emma aka los parabatais enamorados. Jem/Zachariah y Tessa y los personajes habituales. Ohh, en el fondo esperaba que muriera mas gente. Tal vez algunos personajes importantes que sé yo, El libro en sí no era lo que esperaba, esperaba eso, mas gente importante muriendo.... Just... Me gusta el sufrimiento y me gustan los libros que terminan así, en sufrimiento porque entonces lo recordaras todo el tiempo... Este es un final feliz, demasiado feliz diría yo.
“I think I want to be a Herondale,” he said abruptly.
“So be a Herondale.”
“I don’t want to betray the Lightwoods,” he said. “They’re my family. But I realized that if I
don’t take the Herondale name, it’ll end with me.”
“I will not go to the Spiral Labyrinth. I will stay in Idris.”
“But don’t you want to see her?”
“I want to see Tessa more than I want anything else in the world,” said Zachariah. “But if she
knew more of what was happening here, she would want to be here and fight beside us, and I
find that I do not want that.” His dark hair fell forward as he shook his head. “I find that as I
waken from being a Silent Brother, I am capable of not wanting that. Perhaps it is selfishness. I
am not sure. But I am sure that the warlocks in the Spiral Labyrinth are safe. Tessa is safe. If I
go to her, I will be safe as well, but I will also be hiding. I am not a warlock; I cannot be a help to
the Labyrinth. I can be a help here.”
“You could go to the Labyrinth and return. It would be complicated, but I could request—”
“No,” he said quietly. “I cannot see Tessa face-to-face and keep from telling her the truth
about what is happening here. And more than that, I cannot go to Tessa and present myself to
her as a mortal man, as a Shadowhunter, and not tell her the feelings I had for her when I was
—” He broke off. “That my feelings are unchanged. I cannot offer her that, and then return to a
place where I might be killed. Better she thinks there never was a chance for us.”
“You think she might not still love me,” said Zachariah. “After all this time.”
Jia said nothing. It was, after all, exactly what she thought.
“It is a reasonable question,” he said. “And perhaps she does not. As long as she is alive and
well and happy in this world, I will find a way to be happy as well, even if it is not beside her.” He
looked over at the pyres, at the lengthening shadows of the dead.