The Bane Chronicles: 2 News Teasers *SPOILERS*

There's been two exciting posts made this weekend by both Cassie and her co-author Sarah Rees Brennan about The Bane Chronicles. Please note, there are SPOILERS in this post. I've posted smaller versions of the images since they are spoilers in and of themselves. Please click on them to make them bigger.

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From Cassie:

A snippet from the Bane Chronicles. CLOCKWORK PRINCESS SPOILERS.

The snippet isn’t really words. It’s art. But it’s under a cut anyway because it remains spoilery for Clockwork Princess. Art by the incomparable Cassandra Jean.

This boy had pale amber eyes, like a crystal glass filled brimful with crisp white wine and held up to catch the light of the sun. Magnus could not imagine these eyes as tender. The boy was lovely, but his was a beauty like that Helen of Troy might have had once, disaster written in every line. The light of his beauty made Magnus think of cities burning. 

Fog and gaslight receded into memory. His momentary lapse into foolish nostalgia was over. This was not Will. That broken, beautiful boy would be a man now, and this boy was a stranger.

“I,” the boy announced, “am James Herondale.”  

Per Cassie & Sarah:

Huzzah! Cassie and I just finished a… certain instalment… of the Bane Chronicles!

sarahreesbrennan:

To celebrate it we thought we might put up a few lines! You know, for you all to enjoy.

Spoilers for Clockwork Princess…! Starring a certain JH, and illustrated by the incomparable Cassandra Jean.

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James had not seemed to want to be taken from the cold depths of the water: had fought Magnus as he dragged him out, then laid his pale cheek against the dank earth of the riverbank, and hid his face in his arms.

For a moment Magnus had thought he was crying, but as he stooped down to check on the boy he found he was barely conscious. With his cruel golden eyes closed, he once again reminded Magnus of the lost boy Will had been: Magnus touched his damp hair gently, and said “James,” in as kind a voice as he could. 

His eyes were shut, black lashes ink-dark crescents against the marble-pale lines of his cheekbones. Sparkling drops of water were caught in the curling ends of those lashes: he looked unhappy as he slept in a way he did not when awake.    

Only a few more weeks and we'll get to read more!!!! I can not wait!