|Queen of Air and Darkness|
|Release Date||December 4, 2018|
|Publisher||Margaret K. McElderry Books|
| Preceded by|
Lord of Shadows
| Followed by|
The Wicked Powers
| Released after|
Lord of Shadows
| Released before|
The Red Scrolls of Magic (TEC)
Queen of Air and Darkness is the upcoming third and final book of the The Dark Artifices trilogy.
What if damnation is the price of true love?
Innocent blood has been spilled on the steps of the Council Hall, the sacred stronghold of the Shadowhunters. In the wake of the tragic death of Livia Blackthorn, the Clave teeters on the brink of civil war. One fragment of the Blackthorn family flees to Los Angeles, seeking to discover the source of the "blight" that is destroying the race of warlocks. Meanwhile, Julian and Emma take desperate measures to put their forbidden love aside and undertake a perilous mission to Faerie to retrieve the Black Volume of the Dead. What they find in the Courts is a secret that may tear the Shadow World asunder and open a dark path into a future they could never have imagined. Caught in a race against time, Emma and Julian must save the world of Shadowhunters before the deadly power of the parabatai curse destroys them and everyone they love.
- Simon, Isabelle, Jem, and Tessa will appear in this installment.
- The time jump between Lord of Shadows and this book may be about a week.
- This book will tackle how, after LoS, "grief changes people in ways that are sad, transforming, deepening, even positive; how death doesn't have to be a pointless waste — how you can honor someone's memory in a way that changes the world," in addition to the "funny parts," "happy romantic parts and friendship fuzzies and squee parts, because life is a mosaic of feelings and because loss doesn't mean you'll never laugh again, and you may value those good moments even more than you would have before."
- Why Clary and Jace's runes worked in Faerie will be explained.
- The weapon that Clary and Jace are looking for in Faerie will be identified.
- It will be explored how the Rosales family became close with faeries.
- This installment will "go to a new place" that will "share the story of The Wicked Powers."
- What the "Dark Artifices" are will be told.
- More unexpected effects from the parabatai curse will be seen.
- Something significant about Jem and Tessa will be learned in this installment.
Mark knocked, and a harried-looking Simon Lewis opened the door.
"I can't do this." Helen tried to keep her voice steady, but it was nearly impossible. She hoped the strain would be covered by the sound of the waves crashing below them, but Aline knew her too well. She could sense when Helen was upset, even when she was trying hard not to show it.
"Baby." Aline moved closer, wrapping her arms around Helen, brushing her lips softly with her own. "You can. You can do anything."
Helen relaxed into her wife’s arms. When she’d first met Aline she’d thought the other girl was taller than she was, but she’d realized later it was the way Aline held herself, arrow-straight. The Consul, her mother, held herself the same way, and with the same pride — not that either of them was arrogant, but the word seemed a shade closer to what Helen imagined than simple confidence. She remembered the first love note Aline had ever written her. The curves of your lips rewrite history. The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. Later, she’d found out it was an Oscar Wilde quote, and had said to Aline, smiling, You’ve got a lot of nerve.
Aline had looked back at her steadily. "I know. I do."
They both had, always, and it had stood them in good stead. But this —
"This is different," Helen said. "They don't want me here –"
"They do want you here."
"They barely know me," Helen said. "That's worse."
Fear prickled up and down Emma’s arms like goosebumps. Since she was twelve, she had been terrified of the ocean: she had always believed her parents had died in it, dragged below the surface by Raziel knew what, choked to death on bitter seawater. The surge and crash of waves, the imagined black velvet of the ocean’s depths, had filled her nightmares.
Even when she found out her parents had been murdered on dry land by Malcolm Fade, their bodies thrown into the sea after death, the fear remained. She reached for it now, welcomed it in. She could feel it filling the empty spaces, the hollows left by grief.
She glanced back down at the sea. The surging whirlpool below, the waves slamming like dark blue walls against sheer needles of stone, looked like a painting of a maelstrom, a photograph of a hellscape taken from a safe distance.
The wind screamed in Emma’s ears like a warning. Another wave hurled itself against the cliffs, sending up an explosion of spray. Emma smiled grimly into the wind and salt, and jumped.
Kit glanced around, wondering if the growing number of people was bothering Ty. He hated crowds. Magnus and Alec were standing with their kids near the Consul; they were with a beautiful black-haired girl with eyebrows just like Alec’s and a boy—well, he was probably in his twenties—with untidy brown hair. The boy gave Kit a considering look that seemed to say you look familiar. Several people had done the same. Kit guessed it was because he looked like Jace, if Jace had suffered a sudden and unexpected height, muscle and overall hotness reduction.
Isabelle shook her head, then bent down and unclipped a chain from one slender ankle. She held it out to Emma. “This is blessed iron. Poisonous to faeries. Wear it and you can pack a hell of a kick.”
“Thanks.” Emma took the chain and wrapped it twice around her wrist, fastening it tightly.
“Do I have anything iron?" Simon looked around wildly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal figure of an archer. “This is my D&D character, Lord Montgomery—”
“Oh my God,” said Isabelle.
He wanted to ask Ty if he was all right, but he knew the other boy wouldn’t want it. Ty was staring at the Market, tense with curiosity. Kit turned to the phouka.
“Gatekeeper,” he said. “We request entrance to the Shadow Market.”
Ty’s gaze snapped to attention. The phouka was tall, dark and thin, with bronze and gold strands threaded through his long hair. He wore purple trousers and no shoes. The lamppost he leaned against was between two stalls, neatly blocking the way into the Market.
“Kit Rook,” said the phouka. “What a compliment it is, to still be recognized for one who has left us to dwell among the angels.”
“He knows you,” muttered Ty.
“Everyone in the Shadow Market knows me,” said Kit, hoping Ty would be impressed.
The phouka stubbed out his cigarette. It released a sickly-sweet smell of charred herbs. “Password,” he said.
“I’m not saying that,” said Kit. "You think it’s funny to try to make people say that."
“Say what? What’s the password?” Ty demanded.
The phouka grinned. “Wait here, Kit Rook,” he said, and melted back into the shadows of the Market.
“He’s going to get Hale,” said Kit, trying to hide the signs of his nerves.
“Can they see us?” Ty said. He was looking into the Shadow Market, where clusters of Downworlders, witches and other assorted members of the magical underworld moved among the clamor. “Out here?”
It was like standing outside a lighted room in the dark, Kit thought. And though Ty might not express it that way, Kit suspected he felt the same.
“If they can, they’d never show it,” he said.
Emma had been halfway up the stairs on the way to Cristina’s room when she had seen Mark, leaning against the wall on the landing and looking dejected. “Dru won’t let me in to talk to her,” he said. “I am worried. It is like a faerie to grieve alone, but not, I understand, like a Shadowhunter.”
Emma hesitated. She was about to say that it wasn’t unlike Dru to lock herself in her room alone, but Dru had looked more than a little upset when she’d left the kitchen. “Keep trying,” she advised. “Sometimes you have to knock for twenty minutes or so. Or you could offer to watch a horror movie with her.”
Mark looked glum. “I do not think I would enjoy a horror movie.”
“You never know,” Emma said.
He turned to head back up the stairs, and hesitated. “I am worried about you and Jules as well,” he said, more quietly. “I do not like the Inquisitor, or the idea of you being questioned by him. He reminds me of the King of Unseelie.”
Emma was startled. “He does?”
“They give me the same feeling,” Mark said. “I cannot explain it, but —“
A door opened on the landing overhead: it was Cristina’s. She stepped out, glancing down. “Emma? I wondered if you were —“
She stopped when she saw Mark, and she and Mark stared at each other in a way that made Emma feel as if she had disappeared completely.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Cristina said, but she was still looking at Mark, and he was looking back as if their gazes were hopelessly tied together.
Mark had shaken himself, as if he were casting off cobwebs or dreams. “It is all right — I must go speak with Drusilla.” He had bounded up the stairs and out of sight, disappearing around the bend in the corridor.
Cristina had snapped out of it and invited Emma in, and now it was as if the moment with Mark had never happened, though Emma was itching to ask about it. “Mark will need you,” she said again, and Cristina twisted her hands in her lap.
“Mark,” she said, and paused. “I don’t know what Mark is thinking. If he is angry at me.”
“Why would he be angry at you?”
“Because of Kieran,” she said. “They did not end things well, and now Kieran is at the Scholomance, and far away, which was my doing.”
“You didn’t break him up with Kieran,” Emma protested. “If anything, you helped keep them together longer. Remember — hot faerie threesome.”
Cristina dropped her face into her hands. “Mrfuffhfhsh,” she said.
“I said,” Cristina repeated, lifting her face, “that Kieran sent me a note.”
“He did? How? When?”
“This morning. In an acorn.” Cristina passed a small piece of paper to Emma. “It isn’t very illuminating.”
Lady of Roses,
Though the Scholomance is cold, and Diego is boring, I am still grateful that you found enough value in my life to save it. You are as kind as you are beautiful. My thoughts are with you.
“Why did he send you this?” Emma handed the note back to Cristina, shaking her head. “It’s weird. He’s so weird!”
“I think he just wanted to thank me for the escape plan,” Cristina protested. “That’s all.”
“Faeries don’t like thanking people,” said Emma. “This is a romantic note.”
Cristina blushed. “It’s just the way faeries talk. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“When it comes to faeries,” Emma said darkly, “everything means something.”
Faerie magic was quiet, Kit thought. There was no noise, no tumult, no flashing warlock lights. In between one breath and another, Mark, Kieran and Cristina simply disappeared.
"You hated the Shadow Market in London," Kit said. "It really bothered you. The noises, and the crowd —"
Ty’s gaze flicked down to Kit. "I’ll wear my headphones. I’ll be all right."
"...and I don’t know if we should go again so soon," Kit added. "What if Helen and Aline get suspicious?"
Ty’s gaze darkened. "Julian told me once," he said, "that when people keep coming up with reasons not do something, it’s because they don’t want to do it. Do you not want to do this?"
Ty’s voice sounded tight. The thrumming wire again, sharp with tension. Under the cotton of his shirt, his too-thin shoulders had tightened as well. The neck of his shirt was loose, the delicate line of his collarbones just visible.
Kit felt a rush of tenderness toward Ty, mixed with near-panic. In other circumstances, he thought, he would just have lied. But he couldn’t lie to Ty.
A ghost, Kit thought. Like Jessamine. He looked around wildly: surely there would be more ghosts here, their dead feet leaving no traces on the grass?
But he only saw the Blackthorns, clinging together, Emma and Cristina side by side, and Julian with Tavvy in his arms, as the smoke rose up and around them. Half-reluctantly he glanced back: the young man with the dark hair had moved to kneel beside Robert Lightwood’s pyre. He was closer to the flames than any human could have gotten, and they seemed to eddy within the outline of his body, lighting his eyes with fiery tears.
Parabatai, Kit thought, suddenly. In the slump of the young man’s shoulders, in his outstretched hands, in the longing stamped on his face, he saw Emma and Julian, he saw Alec as he spoke about Jace; he knew he was looking at the ghost of Robert Lightwood’s parabatai. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.
"You have changed, son of thorns," said the Queen.
"Please. I’ve taught at Shadowhunter Academy. I —" Catarina began to cough, her shoulders shaking. Her eyes widened in alarm.
Cristina slid out of bed, alarmed. "Are you all right —?"
But Catarina had vanished. There wasn’t even a swirl of air to show where her Projection had been.
Cristina hastily threw on her clothes: jeans, an old t-shirt. She wished with all her heart that Emma was here, that they could talk about last night, that Emma could give her advice and a shoulder to cry on.
But she wasn’t. Cristina touched her necklace, whispered a quick prayer to the Angel, and headed down the hall to Mark’s room.
He’d been up as late as she was, so there was a high possibility he was still sleeping. She knocked on the door hesitantly and then harder; finally Mark threw it open, yawning and stark naked.
"Híjole!" Cristina shrieked, and pulled her t-shirt collar up over her face. "Put your pants on!"
"Sorry," he he called, ducking behind the door. "At least you’ve already seen it all."
- Limited first edition: The first printing edition of the book will be the only exclusive, special edition printed. It will contain ten black and white illustrations by Alice Duke and a full color poster printed on the back of the book jacket. The first printing will also include a short story that functions as a sequel to A Long Conversation.
- The title is a reference to the poem Her Strong Enchantments Failing by A.E. Houseman. It can also refer to Mab, Queen of the Faeries in Romeo and Juliet, amongst other folklore.
- As with Lady Midnight and Lord of Shadows and its eponymous characters, there will also be a character called "Queen of Air and Darkness", who has already been introduced. The Queen of Air and Darkness is a villain.
- The cover features Annabel Blackthorn. Annabel, a villain, was chosen to be on the cover to fit the book's title and content.
- Like the previous Dark Artifices installments, the character is underwater. Annabel is wearing a red dress, which in Shadowhunter tradition is "to call enchantment down." Annabel having no runes on the cover was intentional and will be important in the book. The backdrop features a distorted image of ruined skyscrapers, and a ruined highway.
- Mark Blackthorn is set to be on the spine of the book, marking the first instance the cover and spine characters will differ.
- The book was initially slated for release in 2019, after Chain of Gold, but in September 2017, it was announced that the release order of the two novels was switched.
- ↑ Queen of Air and Darkness on Amazon.com
- ↑ https://www.facebook.com/TMIsource/videos/vb.175497145833007/1116058381776874/
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- ↑ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzfipAo3iKc
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- ↑ Cassandra Clare January 2018 newsletter
- ↑ "The Queen of Air and Darkness" — Cassandra Clare on Tumblr
- ↑ "And yes, the Queen of Air and Darkness can refer to Mab," Cassandra Clare on Tumblr
- ↑ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/16888567330928724/
- ↑ http://cassandraclare.tumblr.com/post/161205738889/have-we-already-met-the-queen-of-air-and-darkness
- ↑ 20.0 20.1 https://twitter.com/cassieclare/status/930129846809841664
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- ↑ "They're all underwater, like sunken cities." Cassandra Clare on Twitter
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- ↑ Cassandra Clare Newsletter from September 2017