Wednesday, 20 April 2011
I like this author because,
I like Cassandra Clare because all the books that I ever read, I liked Cassandra the most of them all. So I started to buy the mortal instruments series. She writes about the things I like the most! The most coolest creatures and great adventures and betrayal. I enjoy Cassandra Clare's books.
My Favorite Piece
City of Ashes
"So what can we do now?" Clary demanded, hugging herself for warmth. Cold seemed to have seeped into every pore of her body. Surely it was too cold for a late summer. Raphael, noticing her gesture, smiled minutely. "It is always cold at a rising," he said. "The fledgling draws strength from the living things that surround it, taking from the energy to rise." Clary glared at him resentfully.
"You don't seem cold." "I'm not living." He stepped back a little from the edge of the grave__Clary forced herself to think of it as a grave, since that's exactly what it was__and gestured to the others to do the same. "Make room," he said. "Simon can hardly rise if you are all standing on top of him."
They moved hastily backward. Clary found Isabelle clutching her elbow and turned to see that other girl was white the lips. "What's wrong?" "Everything" Isabelle said. Clary , maybe we should have let him go__" "let him die,you mean." Clary jerked her arm of Isabelle's grip. "Of course that's what you think. You think everyone who isn't just like you is better off dead anyway."
Isabelle's face was the picture of misery. "That isn't __" A sound tore through the clearing, a sound unlike any Clary had ever heard before__a sort of pounding rhythm coming from the underground, as if suddenly the heartbeat of the world has become audible. What's happening? Clary thought, and then the ground buckled and heaved under her.
She fell to her knees. The grave was roiling like the surface like the surface of an unsteady ocean. Ripples appeared in it's surface. Suddenly it burst apart, clods of dirt flying. A small mountain of dirt, like an anthill, heaved itself upward. At the center of the mountain was a hand, fingers splayed, clawing at the dirt.
"Simon!" Clary tried to rush forward, but Raphael yanked her back. "Let me go!" She tried to pull herself free, but Raphael's grip was like steel. "Can't you see he needs our help?" "He should do this himself," Raphael said, without loosening his hold on her. "It is better that way." "It's your way not mine!" She jerked herself out of his grip and ran toward the grave, just as it heaved upward, hurling her back into the ground. A hunched shape was forcing itself out of the hastily dug grave,fingers like filthy claws sunk deep into the earth. It's bare arms were streaked black with with dirt and blood.
It tore itself free of the sucking earth, crawled a few feet, and collapsed into the ground. "Simon" she whispered. Because of course it was Simon,Simon, not an it.
The rest it just about Simon thirsty for blood and if you like what your reading buy the City of Ashes, but I recommend that you start from the first book, City of bones.
This is my favourite piece because it has vampires, shadow hunters, goblins, wolves and fairies and much more! It is very interesting, adventurous and very descriptive and full of action, mysteries and some romance. This is my favourite book so far, I have only read the mortal instruments series.
"So what can we do now?" Clary demanded, hugging herself for warmth. Cold seemed to have seeped into every pore of her body. Surely it was too cold for a late summer. Raphael, noticing her gesture, smiled minutely. "It is always cold at a rising," he said. "The fledgling draws strength from the living things that surround it, taking from the energy to rise." Clary glared at him resentfully.
"You don't seem cold." "I'm not living." He stepped back a little from the edge of the grave__Clary forced herself to think of it as a grave, since that's exactly what it was__and gestured to the others to do the same. "Make room," he said. "Simon can hardly rise if you are all standing on top of him."
They moved hastily backward. Clary found Isabelle clutching her elbow and turned to see that other girl was white the lips. "What's wrong?" "Everything" Isabelle said. Clary , maybe we should have let him go__" "let him die,you mean." Clary jerked her arm of Isabelle's grip. "Of course that's what you think. You think everyone who isn't just like you is better off dead anyway."
Isabelle's face was the picture of misery. "That isn't __" A sound tore through the clearing, a sound unlike any Clary had ever heard before__a sort of pounding rhythm coming from the underground, as if suddenly the heartbeat of the world has become audible. What's happening? Clary thought, and then the ground buckled and heaved under her.
She fell to her knees. The grave was roiling like the surface like the surface of an unsteady ocean. Ripples appeared in it's surface. Suddenly it burst apart, clods of dirt flying. A small mountain of dirt, like an anthill, heaved itself upward. At the center of the mountain was a hand, fingers splayed, clawing at the dirt.
"Simon!" Clary tried to rush forward, but Raphael yanked her back. "Let me go!" She tried to pull herself free, but Raphael's grip was like steel. "Can't you see he needs our help?" "He should do this himself," Raphael said, without loosening his hold on her. "It is better that way." "It's your way not mine!" She jerked herself out of his grip and ran toward the grave, just as it heaved upward, hurling her back into the ground. A hunched shape was forcing itself out of the hastily dug grave,fingers like filthy claws sunk deep into the earth. It's bare arms were streaked black with with dirt and blood.
It tore itself free of the sucking earth, crawled a few feet, and collapsed into the ground. "Simon" she whispered. Because of course it was Simon,Simon, not an it.
The rest it just about Simon thirsty for blood and if you like what your reading buy the City of Ashes, but I recommend that you start from the first book, City of bones.
This is my favourite piece because it has vampires, shadow hunters, goblins, wolves and fairies and much more! It is very interesting, adventurous and very descriptive and full of action, mysteries and some romance. This is my favourite book so far, I have only read the mortal instruments series.
Of interest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0kClk3iKYM Watch that clip for a bit of
information from Cassandra Clare about her books.
information from Cassandra Clare about her books.
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Works/Books
Cassandra Clare's books:
The mortal Instruments series:
City of Bones
City of Glass
City of Ashes
City of the Fallen Angels
City of Lost Souls (forth coming)
City of Heavenly Fire (forth coming)
The Infernal Devices:
Clockwork Angels
Clockwork Prince (forth coming)
Clockwork Princess (forth coming)
The mortal Instruments series:
City of Bones
City of Glass
City of Ashes
City of the Fallen Angels
City of Lost Souls (forth coming)
City of Heavenly Fire (forth coming)
The Infernal Devices:
Clockwork Angels
Clockwork Prince (forth coming)
Clockwork Princess (forth coming)
Monday, 18 April 2011
Sample Reading
City of Bones
"Because," said Hodge, "she was Valentine's wife."
There was a moment of astonished silence before both
Clary and Jace began speaking at once. "Valentine had a wife? He was married? I thought__" "That's impossible!" My mother would never__ she was only ever married to my father! She didn't have an ex-husband!" Hodge raised his hands wearily. "Children__" "I'm not a child." Clary spun away from the desk. "And I don't want to hear anymore."
"Clary," said Hodge. The kindness in his voice hurt; she turned slowly, and looked at him across the room. She thought how odd it was that, with his gray hair and scarred face, he looked so much older than her mother. And yet they had been "young people" together, had joined the Circle together, had known Valentine together. "My mother wouldn't...," she began, and trailed off. She was no longer sure how well she knew Jocelyn. Her mother had become a stranger to her, a liar, a hider of secrets. What wouldn't she have done? "Your mother left the Circle," said Hodge.
He didn't move toward her but watched her across the room with a bird's bright eye stillness. "Once we realized how extreme Valentine's views had become__once we knew what he was prepared to do __many of us left. Lucian was the first to leave. That was a blow to Valentine. They had been very close." Hodge shook his head. "Then Michael Wayland. Your father, Jace." Jace raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "There were those who stayed loyal. Pangborn. Blackwell. The lightwoods__"
"The lightwoods? You mean Robert and Maryse?" Jaced looked thunderstruck. "What about you? When did you leave?" "I didn't," said Hodge softly. "Neither did they....We were afraid, too afraid of what he might do. After the Uprising the loyalists like Blackwell and Pangborn fled. We stayed and cooperated with the Clave. Gave them names. Helped them track down the one's who had run away. For that we received clemency."
"Clemency?" Jace's look was quick, but Hodge saw it. He said: "You are thinking of the curse that binds me here, aren't you? You always assumed it was a vengeance spell cast by an angry demon or warlock. I let you think it. But it is not the truth. The curse that binds me here was cast by the Clave." "For being in the Circle?" Jace asked, his face a mask of astonishment. "For not leaving before the Uprising."
"Because," said Hodge, "she was Valentine's wife."
There was a moment of astonished silence before both
Clary and Jace began speaking at once. "Valentine had a wife? He was married? I thought__" "That's impossible!" My mother would never__ she was only ever married to my father! She didn't have an ex-husband!" Hodge raised his hands wearily. "Children__" "I'm not a child." Clary spun away from the desk. "And I don't want to hear anymore."
"Clary," said Hodge. The kindness in his voice hurt; she turned slowly, and looked at him across the room. She thought how odd it was that, with his gray hair and scarred face, he looked so much older than her mother. And yet they had been "young people" together, had joined the Circle together, had known Valentine together. "My mother wouldn't...," she began, and trailed off. She was no longer sure how well she knew Jocelyn. Her mother had become a stranger to her, a liar, a hider of secrets. What wouldn't she have done? "Your mother left the Circle," said Hodge.
He didn't move toward her but watched her across the room with a bird's bright eye stillness. "Once we realized how extreme Valentine's views had become__once we knew what he was prepared to do __many of us left. Lucian was the first to leave. That was a blow to Valentine. They had been very close." Hodge shook his head. "Then Michael Wayland. Your father, Jace." Jace raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "There were those who stayed loyal. Pangborn. Blackwell. The lightwoods__"
"The lightwoods? You mean Robert and Maryse?" Jaced looked thunderstruck. "What about you? When did you leave?" "I didn't," said Hodge softly. "Neither did they....We were afraid, too afraid of what he might do. After the Uprising the loyalists like Blackwell and Pangborn fled. We stayed and cooperated with the Clave. Gave them names. Helped them track down the one's who had run away. For that we received clemency."
"Clemency?" Jace's look was quick, but Hodge saw it. He said: "You are thinking of the curse that binds me here, aren't you? You always assumed it was a vengeance spell cast by an angry demon or warlock. I let you think it. But it is not the truth. The curse that binds me here was cast by the Clave." "For being in the Circle?" Jace asked, his face a mask of astonishment. "For not leaving before the Uprising."
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Awards
These are some of the awards Cassandra Clare won:
2010 Georgia Peach Book Awards for Teen Readers
Finalist for the Locus Award for Best First Novel of 2007
An American Library Association Teens Top Ten Award winner, 2008
2010 Georgia Peach Book Awards for Teen Readers
Winner of The 2010 Abraham Lincoln Illinois High School Book Award
A 2009 ALA Teens Top Ten Title
And much, much more!
2010 Georgia Peach Book Awards for Teen Readers
Finalist for the Locus Award for Best First Novel of 2007
An American Library Association Teens Top Ten Award winner, 2008
2010 Georgia Peach Book Awards for Teen Readers
Winner of The 2010 Abraham Lincoln Illinois High School Book Award
A 2009 ALA Teens Top Ten Title
And much, much more!
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Biography
Her family moved around so much that she she found so many books every where that she always carried books with her. Her favourite books were from the Bronte sisters, Chronicles of Narnia and Tolkien.
She spent her high school years in Los Angeles where she used to write stories to amuse her class mates. One of her stories were called " The Beautiful Cassandra" based on a Jane Austen short story. Cassandra Clare's pen name was Jane Austen.
After collage Cassandra lived in Los Angeles and new york. She started working on "City of bones" in 2004, she was inspired by her favourite city, Manhattan. She turned to writing fantasy fiction full time in 2006 and hopes that she won't have to write about Paris Hilton anymore.
Cassandra Clare hates working at home because she will get distracted by the TV. She prefers to write at a local coffee shop or restaurants. she likes to write with her friend, Holly Black. City of bones is Cassandra's first novel.
Cassandra Clare's first professional writing sale was a short story called "The girls guide to defeating the dark lord" in anthology of humor fantasy.
Cassandra Clare is a very private person and you probably won't find much information, but if you do then your lucky.
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