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Title: Lady Midnight
Author: Cassandra Clare
Year: 2016
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Foreign Fantasy, Books about Vampires, Horror and Mystery

About the book "Lady Midnight" by Cassandra Clare

Cassandra Clare is a contemporary American writer, author of the Mortal Instruments book series. She was born in 1973 into an American family living in Tehran (Iran). Her father, Richard Rumelt, is a renowned academic and corporate strategist, on the subject of which he wrote a best-selling book. My maternal grandfather was a horror film producer.

Cassandra's family traveled constantly. As a child, the writer managed to visit England, France and Switzerland. The girl graduated from school in Los Angeles. In high school I became interested in writing stories. At first, Cassandra Clare did this to amuse her classmates.

While studying at the university, the girl worked part-time in various publications and magazines. In 2004, inspired by the landscapes of Manhattan, she began work on her first novel, which brought her popularity. One of Cassandra's close friends is the writer Holly Black. Several stories were written together with her.

In 2016, the first book in the “Dark Art” series, called “Lady Midnight,” was released. The main character of the book, Emma Carstairs, was orphaned as a child. Her parents were brutally killed before her eyes. The girl vowed to find the killer and take revenge.

Emma was taken in by the Blackthorn family. 5 years after the tragedy, a series of murders occur in the city that attract the girl’s attention. The methods and features of the murders remind Emma of how her parents were killed. Perhaps the same person is at work here.

Also, the main character of the novel “Lady Midnight” is dumbfounded by the news about the murders of people in the lower world. She is asked to investigate these cases. She must work in tandem with her best friend Julian Blackthorne. They have only two weeks to catch the killer. If they do not find the culprit of the tragic events, a war will begin between the Shadowhunters and the Fae.

The Shadowhunter Institute, where the main character of the novel Lady Midnight works, begins a race against time. The closest people are suspected of involvement in the bloodshed. Unexpectedly, the girl realizes that she has fallen in love with a person with whom she is forbidden to have any relationship. Cassandra Clare teaches her heroine to trust her heart and not lose her head as she investigates one of the most serious demonic conspiracies.
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Quotes from Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare

There is nothing more important than love. And there is no higher law.

Life is short, but wisdom takes a long time to learn.

– Are you... Are you in love with me?
- Endlessly.

Listen. I'm a Shadowhunter. You can either surrender to the Clave or I will plunge this blade into your heart. Choose.

She could be dangerous,” he told Julian. - On the other hand, all women are dangerous.
“All people are dangerous,” Julian remarked.

Wherever you go, I will follow you, no matter what stupidity you do, I will do it with you.

“People, this is Christina,” she said. “She’s already saved my life sixteen times this summer, so be nice to her.”

Love doesn't catch up with someone at the airport. Love is when you see someone.

No need for sarcasm. It's my job to be sarcastic and ironic. Your job is to get information.

The law is harsh, but you can always get around it.

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Dedicated to Holly.

He was an elf.

Cassandra Clare

The Dark Artifices

Lady Midnight

Los Angeles, 2012

Keith especially enjoyed the evenings when the Twilight Market was open.

On such evenings he was allowed to leave the house and help his father in the tent. He first took part in the Twilight Bazaar when he was seven. Another eight years had passed, and he still felt that same sense of wonder and anticipation as he walked down Kendall Alley through downtown Pasadena toward the blank brick wall. After all, once he passes through it, a world of bright colors and shining lights will open before him.

Just a few blocks away were Apple stores selling smartphones and laptops, organic food stores and cafes, American Apparel branches and fashion boutiques. But here the alley opened onto a huge square, surrounded on all sides by walls so that random onlookers would not wander into the Twilight Bazaar.

The bazaar was held on warm nights, and it was and was not at the same time. Walking among the brightly decorated tents, Keith understood that all this color would disappear with the sunrise.

But while it was possible, he enjoyed every minute. It wasn't easy to have the Gift when no one around had it. His father called it a gift, although Keith himself did not understand what was so good about it. The blue-skinned fortune teller Hyacinth, whose tent stood at the very edge of the bazaar, called it Sight.

To Keith, that word seemed more appropriate. He was almost no different from ordinary children, but he did see things that others could not see: tiny pixies flying from the dry grass along the cracked sidewalks; pale faces of vampires at night gas stations; werewolf claws, into which some guy's drumming fingers on the bar counter turned before his eyes... Keith had been like this since childhood, and so had his father. Vision was passed down from generation to generation.

The hardest thing was not to react. One day, on his way home from school, Keith saw werewolves fighting in an abandoned playground. They tore each other apart. Keith stopped and screamed. The police approached, but there was nothing for them to see. Since then, his father almost never let him leave the house. Keith studied from old books and played video games in the basement, and if he went outside, it was only during the day or at night of the Twilight Market.

At the market there was no need to be afraid of giving yourself away. Everything there was colorful and strange - even for the regulars. Ifrits led trained djinns on leashes, beauties peri danced in front of trays on which multi-colored and very dangerous powders sparkled. In the tent with the banshee, they promised to tell anyone the date of his death, although Keith could not imagine why anyone would suddenly want to know this. Klurikon invited passers-by to find missing things, and a pretty young witch with short bright green hair sold enchanted bracelets and pendants to attract a betrothed. Keith looked at her and she smiled.

- Hey, Romeo! “Keith’s father nudged him lightly with his elbow. - Stop making eyes. Help me with the sign.

He kicked an iron stool over to Keith and handed him a plaque with the name of the tent burned into it: “Johnny Rook’s.”

The name was not the best, but Keith had long ago realized that nature had deprived his father of imagination. Which is strange, he thought, climbing onto a stool to fix the sign: after all, among his clients were sorcerers, werewolves, vampires, merman, ghouls, ghouls and even one mermaid (with whom they secretly met in a sea amusement park.)

However, maybe a simple sign was best suited. Keith's father sold potions and drugs, and sold illegal weapons under the counter, but that was not what attracted buyers. They were attracted by the fact that Johnny Grach knew a lot. He was the first to know about everything that was happening in the Lower World of Los Angeles, and there was no person whom he could not reach or provide incriminating evidence. Johnny had information and was willing to share it for a reasonable fee.

Keith jumped off the stool and his father handed him two fifty dollar bills.

“Change it with someone,” he said, without looking at his son and leafing through a red ledger taken from under the counter, in which all his debtors were listed. - I don’t have any smaller ones.

Keith nodded happily and walked away from the tent. Any errand became an excellent excuse to wander around the bazaar. He walked past a counter strewn with white flowers, from which flowed a heavy, sweet, poisonous aroma; then passed another, where several people in expensive suits were handing out leaflets, and a sign behind them read: “Are you a half-breed? You are not alone. The Guardian's servants invite you to a lottery. Catch your luck by the tail!”

A dark-haired woman with bright red lips tried to push the flyer into Keith's hand. He refused, and she shot an angry look over his head at Johnny. The father just grinned in response. Keith rolled his eyes - cults were a dime a dozen, and each sect worshiped its own angel or demon. But it's all to no avail.

Spotting one of his favorite stalls, Keith bought a glass of red granita, which tasted like passion fruit, raspberry and cream. Keith tried not to buy anything from strangers, because the bazaar sold such drinks and sweets that could ruin your whole life. But the precautions were unnecessary: no one risked contacting the son of Johnny Rook anyway. Johnny Grach always knew everything about everyone. As soon as someone crossed his path, his secrets immediately became public knowledge.

Keith returned to the witch with the enchanted jewelry. She did not have a tent - she, as always, sat on a colorful pareo from those that were sold cheaply on Venice Beach. Keith came closer and she looked up.

“Hello, Finch,” he said.

The name was unlikely to be real, but that’s what all the bazaar regulars called her.

- Hi handsome. “She moved to make room for Keith. The bracelets on her wrists and ankles jingled. - And what brought you to my humble abode?

Keith sat down next to her. His old jeans had long since frayed at the knees. It's a pity he couldn't take his father's money for himself and buy new ones!

“My father sent me to change two fifty.

- Shh! – The witch raised her finger to her lips. “Someone will cut your throat for this hundred, and even sell your blood, passing it off as dragon blood.”

“This won’t happen to me,” Keith answered confidently. - Nobody will touch me here. – He leaned back. - Unless I want it myself.

“It’s a pity, I don’t have any amulets left against shameless advances.”

- Yes, I myself am your amulet from shameless advances!

Keith smiled at two passersby - a tall, handsome guy with a streak of gray in his dark hair and a brunette girl whose eyes were hidden by sunglasses. They didn't pay attention to him. The finch looked at the couple who were walking right behind them - an overweight man and a woman with brown hair braided in a long braid.

– Protective amulets? – the witch suggested with a wink. - You won't be in trouble with them. There are copper and gold, not just silver.

The woman bought a ring with a moonstone and moved on, chatting with her companion.

– How did you guess that they were werewolves? – Keith asked.

“I saw it in my eyes,” explained the Finch. – Werewolves often buy things they didn’t intend. And they never pay attention to silver. – She sighed. “Sales of these amulets skyrocketed when the killings started.”

Cassandra Clare

Lady Midnight

Los Angeles, 2012

Nights in the Shadow Market were Keith's favorite nights.

Those were the nights he was allowed to leave the house and help his father behind the counter. He began visiting the Shadow Market at the age of seven. And eight years later, the feeling of shock and surprise was still present as he walked down Kendall Alley through the old town of Pasadena, straight to the empty brick wall and, past it, into a world filled with color and light.

Just a few blocks away one could see stores selling Apple products, famous restaurants “The cheesecake factory” and organic food markets, “American apparel” stores and fashion boutiques. Here the alley flowed into a huge square, protected on each side from preventing the invasion of strays into the territory of the Shadow Market.

The shadow market in Los Angeles appeared only on particularly warm nights, at the same time both existing and not existing. Keith knew that, having stepped into the bright rows of colorful stalls, he would find himself in a space that would disappear with the first rays of sunrise.

Keith enjoyed his time in the Shadow Market. After all, this is a countless gift that no one else around had. A gift, as his father called it, but Keith didn't attach much importance to this ability. Hyacinth, the lavender-haired fortune teller who worked across the market, called this gift "Sight."

This so-called nickname suited Keith better, he thought. After all, the gift was the only thing that distinguished him from other children: to see what they could not. And he saw sometimes harmless things: pixies flying out of the grass that grows along the sidewalk, the deathly pale faces of vampires at gas stations late at night, a man snapping his fingers at the counter... but as soon as Keith looked more closely and on the man’s fingers he could see claws, like at the werewolf. His “Vision” appeared in childhood. Keith wasn't afraid because his father had it too. The gift was passed down in his family from generation to generation.

It was difficult to resist when you don't control your ability. Keith couldn't just turn it off whenever he wanted. For example, one afternoon, while walking home from school, Keith noticed a pack of werewolves tearing each other apart in an alley. He stood on the sidewalk and screamed until the police arrived, but they did not see any fight there. After this incident, his father decided that it was better for Keith to study at home using old books. Mostly, he played video games in the basement of the house and rarely went out during the day, but at night, when the Shadow Market was open, he was there.

In the market, Keith didn't have to worry about anyone noticing his Vision. The market itself was colorful and quaint even for its inhabitants. There were fiery spirits holding trained genies on a leash, and peri fairies of unprecedented beauty, gracefully writhing in front of the counters with sparkling poisonous powders. Banshees making another aerial maneuver, promising to tell you about your death, although Keith couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to know such a thing. There was also a night leprechaun, offering his help in finding lost things, and a young witch with short, bright green hair, selling bracelets and pendants enchanted with a love spell. When Keith looked at her, she gave him a smile.

- Hey, Romeo. – Father’s elbow hits Keith’s side. “I didn’t bring you here to flirt.” Better help me install the sign.

He kicked a metal stool in his direction and handed him a wooden piece of tile with the name of their shop burned into it: Johnny Rook.

It's certainly not the most original name, but Keith's father was never particularly imaginative. Placing the sign in its rightful place, Keith wondered if such a combination of words seemed strange to their everyday clients: magicians, werewolves, vampires, fairies, guards, ghouls and even, one day, a mermaid (they could only be met in the sea world ).

Keith jumped down from the bench and his father gave him two fifty dollar bills. - Go, exchange them with someone. “He said without looking at Keith. He took out the red accounting book from under the counter, looking not at it, but as if through it, as if remembering who owed him money. - This is the least I have.

Keith nodded and walked out from behind the counter, glad to be leaving. Any errand was an excuse for him to wander around the market. He walked past a stand covered in white flowers that emanated a dark, sweet, poisonous scent, and past another where a group of people in expensive suits were handing out leaflets that said: ARE YOU PART OF THE SUPERNATURAL? KNOW YOU ARE NOT ALONE. GUARDIAN FOLLOWERS WANT YOU TO REGISTER FOR THE BENEFIT LOTTERY! MAY LUCK BE WITH YOU!

Scarlet lips, dark hair - this is what the woman looked like when she tried to push the leaflet into his hands. When Keith didn't take her, she shot a sultry look at Johnny, who just grinned. Keith rolled his eyes - there were millions of small cults that worshiped some minor angels or demons. But no one got to them one way or another.

Finding one of his favorite stalls, Keith bought a cup of red crushed ice ice cream that tasted like a mix of passion fruit and raspberry puree. He tried to be careful about what he bought here, because the Twilight Market sold candy and drinks that could literally ruin your life with just exposure, but no one would take that chance with Johnny Rook's son. Johnny Rook knew something about everyone. Try to cross his path and your secrets will no longer be yours alone.

Keith wandered around and went to the witch with the enchanted jewelry. She didn't have her own counter; she was sitting, as usual, on a printed sarong, cheap looking, the same bright fabric you could buy on a Venetian beach. She looked up as Keith approached.

“Hey, Ren,” he said. Keith doubted that was her real name, but the whole market nevertheless called her that.

“Hey, cutie,” she moved away to make room for him, all her bracelets jingling as she moved. -What brings you to my humble abode?

He carefully sat down next to her. His jeans were so worn that holes were visible at the knees. He wanted his father to give him the money that was left over to buy a few new things. – Dad asked me to change two fifty dollars.

- Quiet! “She waved her hand at him. “There are people here who will cut your throat for two fifty and sell your blood as fire dragon blood.”

- Not me. – Keith said confidently. “No one will touch me here.” – He leaned back. “With one exception: if I don’t want to touch them.”

“I thought this was a safe zone from your flirting.”

- This is me - your flirting zone. “He smiled at two passers-by: a tall, handsome guy with a blond streak in his hair and a brunette whose eyes were hidden by the shadow of sunglasses. They ignored Keith as they walked past. But Ren perked up at the sight of two market-goers walking behind the guy and the brunette: a heavyset man and a woman with brown hair hanging down her back.

- Protection charm? – Ren said based on her experience. - Security is guaranteed. I have not only silver, but also gold, brass too.

The woman purchased a moonstone ring and walked on, chatting with her companion.

– How did you know that they were werewolves? – Keith asked.

“Just by looking into your eyes,” Ren answered. – they don’t even think about what they are buying, as soon as their eyes fall on a silver thing. – She sighed. “My protection amulets have been selling well since those killings started.”

- Murder?

Ren made a face. - The magical tricks of a madman. The corpses are completely covered with demonic marks. There are even rumors of burned, severed hands found in the water. And how did you manage not to hear about this? Are you completely unaware of what's going on around you?

- No. – Keith answered. - Not really.

He watched a pair of werewolves who were heading to the northern part of the market, where they usually had the habit of gathering and buying everything they could possibly need: iron and wooden utensils, wolfsbane potion, and, well, trousers that could easily be torn at the right moment (hopefully) Whale).

Dark Arts - 1

Los Angeles, 2012

Nights in the Shadow Market were Keith's favorite nights.

Hey Romeo. - Father's elbow hits Keith's side. “I didn’t bring you here to flirt.” Better help me install the sign.

He kicked a metal stool in his direction and handed him a wooden piece of tile with the name of their shop burned into it: Johnny Rook.

Title: Lady Midnight
Writer: Cassandra Clare
Year: 2016
Publisher: AST
Age limit: 18+
Volume: 730 pages.
Genres: Horror and Mystery, Books about vampires, Foreign fantasy, Urban fantasy

About the book "Lady Midnight" by Cassandra Clare

If you are attracted and fascinated by fantasy worlds and the unusual capabilities of heroes, then you have probably heard of the writer Cassandra Clare. Her book “A Tool of Bones” was filmed and appealed to both the target audience - teenagers and older viewers, who appreciated the flight of thought and the very implementation of the creation on the screen. But Cassandra Clare became famous long before the release of her series of literary creations and is well known to all Potter fans. The point is that the writer created a series of fan fiction describing the difficult life of Draco Malfoy. It is interesting to note that her efforts were even appreciated by The Times. Since Cassandra Clare was not used to stopping, she began writing another story.

Lady Midnight is the first book in the Dark Arts Shadowhunter trilogy (Prince of Shadows and The Queen of Air and Darkness). It is advisable to read it after becoming familiar with the “Weapon of Bones” series, since the events described take place 5 years after what happened in the “City of Heavenly Fire”. The reader finds himself again in the company of familiar characters and continues to become part of their adventures. Fans note the seriousness with which Cassandra Clare approaches the creation of books. There is not a single superfluous or random hero here; each character plays an important role. Certain moments that at first seemed very insignificant become key explanations for many of the characters' decisions and actions in the second half of Lady Midnight.

Since the book is aimed at an audience of girls under 20, the behavior of the characters is a little surprising in its naivety, especially when it comes to the relationships of the main characters. In any case, the emphasis is not on the description of the love line, but on the actions and features of the twilight world themselves. It is better to read it in peace and quiet in order to immerse yourself in what is happening on the pages as much as possible and enjoy the book to the fullest. Everyone who was lucky enough to have previously become acquainted with the author’s novels noted her special love for forbidden relationships. "Lady Midnight" also has this feature, which makes it look even more spicy. Please note that the book is rated 18+.

“Lady Midnight” is a shining example of a high-quality youth novel, which is simply unrealistic to get to know without spoilers. One thing is for sure: fantasy fans will love this book as the author very skillfully describes all the specifics that happened to the Shadowhunters.

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