On a towering brindled horse, just at the foot of the Institute steps, was Gwyn ap Nudd, the leader of the Wild Hunt. Ty: Why did you say you wanted to be my friend if you didn’t mean it? Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.” “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern. He held his forearm out trustingly, wrist turned upward so the blue veins were exposed to the boy who’d held a knife to his throat not that long ago.Ĭristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Kit supposed he could have refused to accept the offer, the way he had when Julian had suggesting healing him in the car. “I can fix it,” he said, taking one of the Shadowhunters’ magic pencils out of his jeans pocket. He had interesting eyebrows, slightly pointed at the tops, like inverted V’s, and very black. “How?” Ty asked, leaning against the edge of the counter.
Right.” Kit glanced down at his split knuckles.
The waves of his hair had lightened to blue he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind. “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. “You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Īlec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus … “I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant.
“That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”Īnd even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns. “Mark, leave me here -“Ī hand touched Mark’s shoulder. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “Kier -“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog.
Please bear in mind that the book is still being edited so it’s possible that not every snippet will end up in the published version. Here are snippets for the second installment of The Dark Artifices, Lord of Shadows (May 23, 2017).
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