#nothingbutshadows

[maderuart]

rereading Nothing But Shadows here’s a 12 year old Christopher Lightwood 

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Tales from Shadowhunter Academy NOTHING BUT SHADOWS Cassandra Clare

[thesecretfangirlsociety]

To everyone who feels a little like James sometimes.

“I’m a swot,” said James. “I read books all the time and I do not know how to talk to people. If I was a girl living in olden times, people would call me a bluestocking. I wish I could talk to people like you do. I wish I could smile at people and make them like me. I wish I could tell a story and have everybody listen, and have people follow me around wherever I went. Well, no, I don’t, because I am slightly terrified by people, but I wish I could do all that you can do, just the same. I wanted to be friends with Thomas and Christopher, because I liked them and I thought maybe they were—similar to me, and they might like me back. You were jealous I could get kicked out of school? I was jealous of you first. I was jealous of everything about you, and I still am.”

“Wait,” said Matthew. “Wait, wait, wait. You don’t like me because I am so very charming?”

- Nothing But Shadows, Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy #4

[thesecretfangirlsociety]

You, James Herondale, are our unique feature in the school, like a sculpture of a warrior chicken.

Matthew Fairchild, Nothing But Shadows

Because what better way to profess undying love.

[thesecretfangirlsociety]

And thus sails a new ship.

Matthew glanced at him and smiled: it was The Smile, gradual and illuminating as sunrise, and James had the sinking feeling that he might not be immune after all.”

- Nothing But Shadows, Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy #4

[thesecretfangirlsociety]

Matthew Fairchild is my spirit animal.

Perhaps the training courses were the worst, because Matthew was at his most annoying during them.

“I must regretfully decline to participate,” he told their teacher once. “Consider me on strike like the coal miners. Except far more stylish.”

The next day, he said: “I abstain on the grounds that beauty is sacred, and there is nothing beautiful about these exercises.”

The day after that, he merely said: “I object on aesthetic principles.”

- Nothing But Shadows, Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy #4

[walkerbooksya]

The fourth ebook in Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, Nothing But Shadows, is out TODAY! 

Plus it’s a prelude to The Last Hours. 

Double win.

It's hard to be a Shadowhunter when you've got demonic powers. Simon learns about the school-time struggles of half-warlock James Herondale... 

Here’s an extract Cassandra Clare shared on her Tumblr...

“Oh, young Mr Herondale.” The dean looked quite happy to be interrupted. “Of course, let me show you the way. Your father entrusted me with a message for you which I can relay as we go.”

She left Ragnor Fell scowling after them. James hoped he had not made another enemy.

“Your father said—what a charming language Welsh is, isn’t it? So romantic!—Pob lwc, a charaid. What does it mean?”

James blushed, because he was much too old for his father to be calling him by pet names. “It just means—it means good luck.”

He could not help smiling as he trailed the dean down the halls. He was sure nobody else’s father had charmed the dean into giving a student a secret message. He felt warm, and watched over.

Until Dean Ashdown opened the door of his new room, bid him a cheerful goodbye, and left him to his horrible fate.

It was a very nice room, airy, with walnut bedposts and white linen canopies. There was a carved wardrobe and even a bookcase.

There was also a distressing amount of Matthew Fairchild.

He was standing in front of a table that had about fifteen hairbrushes on it, several mysterious bottles, and a strange hoard of combs.

“Hullo, Jamie,” he said. “Isn’t it splendid that we are sharing a room? I am certain we will get along swimmingly.”

“James,” James said. “What are all those hairbrushes for?”

Matthew looked at him pityingly. “You don’t think all this—” he indicated his head with a sweeping gesture—“happens on its own?”

“I only use one hairbrush.”

“Yes,” Matthew observed. “I can tell.”