Series: The Mortal Instruments 5
Published: May 8, 2012
Jace re-appears... as Sebastian/Jonathan's best buddy? Now something's entirely wrong, but the connection doesn't remain a secret for too long: You cut one, the other bleeds. However, in this demonic version of the bond, one soul is supressed by the other, and in this case Jace has no control over himself anymore. However, there is no "turning off" his love for Clary, so there is no other way but to win her over, and we all know there's nothing Clary wouldn't do for Jace! But we also know that Sebastian is Valentine's son through and through, so whatever his plan, it can't be good. But how are our most favorite Shadowhunters and their allies supposed to fight/kill Sebastian without sacrificing Jace in the process?
Rogue Chronicles Entry No. 3
As you can see, I could not hold of my journey through this next installment until it touched German grounds, I just had to go there this instant! So I did, and I was amazed at what I found!
I've come across a couple of complaints along the road, due to a plotwise nearaly nothingness. I don't think I can whole-heartedly agree on that one. I admit the balance of plot and relationships as it was established in City of Bones is no longer intact, but I say Halleluja! I am very glad the characters developed in this way and that all the relationships' aspects (Magnus x Alec, Simon x Izzy, Maia x Jordan) came more into focus, and also more tied to the plot. You bet I'm willing to sacrifice some part of the plot-road for that. I don't really understand how someone could not like that. Got lost on the way, maybe? Maybe the feeling that they all kinda fell apart, that it was more bits and pieces instead of a continuous plot bothered most, but it only excited me because this means that there has to come a huge clash in the final installment!
Anyways, to the developments at hand: I really liked the whole idea (although not that new to me) with the physical bond between Jace and Jonathan, even more so for the surpressing of Jace's personality. Always made you wonder what on earth would come around the corner next, which in this case was Jonathan actually harassing Clary. I thought my heart would stop! Just the way he actually makes sense when he explains his actions... it's creepy! And the master plan? Definitively as fatal as Valentine's, they sure are of the same heart and mind. I wonder what he will come up with in the next installment, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it.
Oh, and I so want to know to what extent Maureen is going to come in for City of Heavenly Fire. When she first popped up in City of Fallen Angels, it was like... it didn't really mean anything. So I was more than surprised to have her show up again in this manner at the end of book five. Probably didn't just catch me off guard. And now I'm dying to know how she's going to fit into the big picture!
And that (Malec) ending... I almost cried! This is the kind of stuff I live for, I swear, and now I'm not sure if I wish for it to stay like this, or have it all worked out in book six. I just don't know. I love the bittersweetness of it, but of course I also love those two, and want everything to be working, and all of them to be happy. Argh, it's messing with me head! That's aso why City of Lost Souls is my favorite of the series so far!
Area Scan: Style: 5/5 -- Plot: 4/5 -- Characters: 5/5 -- Romance: 4/5 -- Drama: 5/5 -- Humor: 5/5 -- Fantasy: 3.5/5
Quotes I liked:
Simon: “Therefore you can never lose hope-hatikva-because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.”
"A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly."
"Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?"
"It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”
“Does she still love you?"
"I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't."
Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.”
“The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
Clary: “And spare me the jokes about scoring."
"Dammit, woman, you read my mind," Jace said. "Is there no filthy wordplay you can't forsee?"
"It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts."
“I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer."
"Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile.
"'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested.
"Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said.
"I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.”
“Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.”
“Clary," he said. "You saved my life."
"I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire."
His lips twitched imperceptibly. "Okay," he said. "So maybe our problems aren't like other couples.”
“Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'
Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'
Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.”
“Iz," Alec said tiredly. "It's not like it's one big bad thing. It's a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I'd call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don't know if that's because I'm young or if it's because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now." He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec's. "It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's a million little paper cuts every day.”
“Alec isn’t happy,” said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
“Of course he isn’t,” Isabelle snapped. “Jace—”
“Jace,” said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
“I thought you were friends.”
“It’s not that,” said Magnus. “There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.”
Isabelle shook her head slowly. “You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec — he’s Jace’s parabatai too —”
“I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—”
“Stop it!” Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. “How dare you, Magnus Bane,” she said.
“How dare you make this worse than it is —”
“Isabelle.” Magnus’ hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. “I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.”
“There is nothing weak about Alec,” said Isabelle.
“No,” said Magnus. “To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . .” For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. “You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.”
“Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”
“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. “Just ask Clary.”