The Bane Chronicles: Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson

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You are just jealous,” Magnus remarked calmly. “Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself.” Oh," said Magnus, and he began to grin. "I wouldn't. I hear there is a dreadful monster living in that lake."

Nothing is permanent," Magnus said. "I know this from experience. But you can get new things. You can meet new people. You can go on.” You said that you wanted me to join you on travels that would be a ceaseless round of debauchery,” Ragnor told him. Magnus Bane leverages his alliances with Downworlders and Shadowhunters on a venture to Victorian London. One of ten adventures in The Bane Chronicles. The next day all of Puno rose and gathered together in a festival. Imasu told Magnus he was sure the timing of the festival was entirely unrelated. Magnus laughed. The sun came through in slants across Imasu’s eyes, in glowing strips across his brown skin, and Imasu’s mouth curled beneath Magnus’s. They did not make it outside in time to see the parade.

Okay, I just wanted to say to all those Cassandra-Clare-Releasing-More-Shadowhunter-Books haters, well, SHUT THE FREAKING HELL UP!!!!!!! Magnus cradled the charango in his arms as if it were an easily offended baby. "It's a beautiful and very unique instrument! The sound box is made from an armadillo. Well, a dried armadillo shell." The universe could be a wondrous thing. The universe had out did herself. The universe would be getting flowers.” Magnus was perfectly aware he was a stranger everywhere he went, and he took care to learn all the languages so he could go anywhere he chose. Spanish had been the first language that he had learned to speak, after his native language. That was the one tongue he did not speak often. It reminded him of his mother, and his stepfather—reminded him of the love and the prayer and despair of his childhood. The words of his homeland rested a little too heavily on his tongue, as if he had to mean them, had to be serious, when he spoke. Imasu looked genuinely distressed, but he was smiling, too. His face was an open book in glowing colors, as fascinating as it was easy to read. Magnus moved from the window into Imasu’s space and let one hand curl around Imasu’s callused fingers, the other very lightly around his wrist. He saw the shiver run through Imasu’s whole body, as if he were an instrument from which Magnus could coax any sound he pleased.

Magnus Bane watches the once-glamorous Hotel Dumort become something else altogether in 1970s New York City. I prefer not to repeat them,” Catarina said. She was a weary shade of blue. “I also prefer not to remember the time we spent in the desert. It is a mammoth desert, Magnus. Ordinary deserts are quite large. Mammoth deserts are so called because they are larger than ordinary deserts.”Perhaps it was his mother, or his sister, some member of Imasu’s family, objecting to the fact that they were both men. This would not be the first or the last time that happened to Magnus, although Imasu’s mother had always given Magnus the impression he could do anything he liked with her son just so long as he never touched a musical instrument in her presence ever again. Magnus nodded, with the most nonchalant air he could manage, and then immediately ruined it by saying, “I thought so. So why end it?” I have already explained myself to Ragnor. I wish to become proficient with a musical instrument. I have decided to devote myself to the art of the charanguista, and I wish to hear no more petty objections." That night when he came home and told Ragnor and Catarina that he had given up music, Ragnor said, “In five hundred years I have never desired the touch of another man, but I am suddenly possessed with a desire to kiss that boy on the mouth.”

In addition to providing some more insight into Magnus's character, "The Bane Chronicles" also builds more detail into Clare's world. I know some readers complain about her world building, but I'm actually rather impressed with how consistent and detailed it is (for the most part). I enjoyed reading about the different groups of Downworlders presented here, and since Magnus has more of an insider's perspective than the usual Shadowhunter, we perhaps see more than we otherwise would. We also get a better feel for the complex relationship the Downworlders have with each other and the Shadowhunters, again because of the different viewpoint. There are stories devoted to different historical events that are alluded to in the other books as well as events that are completely new, so we don't just learn about Magnus, but also gain more knowledge of Clare's world. They fell in love, not even for a mortal lifetime but for a mortal summer, a summer of laughing and running and being wanted by the law in several different countries. He moved closer, and managed to catch Imasu’s eye. Once both were caught, the game could begin, and Magnus began it by asking if Imasu taught music. He wanted to spend more time with Imasu, but he wanted to learn as well—to see if he could be absorbed in the same way, create the same sounds. It was a beautiful day in Puno, the lake out the window a wash of blue and the sun shining with such dazzling force that it seemed to have burned all the azure and cloud out of the sky and left it all a white blaze. Carried on the clear mountain air, out over the lake water and through the house, rang Magnus’s melody. That much was true. Magnus was wearing more than a dozen scarves all in different colors and carefully arrayed to swirl about him like a fantastic rainbow. He was not too impressed by Geoffrey’s powers of observation, however, since Geoffrey was apparently unable to imagine that anyone with brown skin could possibly be a visitor like himself.

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Clare, Johnson, and Brennan have stated that development on the series began when they were telling stories about Clare's character of Magnus Bane to each other. They decided that the non-traditional style of interconnected novellas would be best served by initial Internet publication. The series is also notable for using well-known actors as narrators for the audiobook versions of each novella. The authors provided a list of dream narrators to their publisher, and each audiobook has a different narrator, including Andrew Scott, Michael Trevino, and Jesse Williams. [3] For some of the actors, this was their first time doing voice work. [4] OH MY GOD! Only my favourite character EVER is getting his own freaking series!??!?! This is just the best moment of my life. Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser’s hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers. Rejoice that your names are written in Heaven, my dear,” said Magnus. “I am so touched that I laugh and have another drink so that I may not weep.”

Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke."What Nayaraq wanted was the treasure that her mother’s mother’s mother’s mother, a beautiful noble girl living in the Acllahausi—the house of the women chosen by the sun—had hidden when the conquerors had come. Another thing here is the natives,” said Geoffrey. “I had hoped we could get some decent pictures. I expected them to be so much more colorful, don’t you know?” It was true. Magnus had not been settled anywhere since his lover died—not his first lover, but the first one who had lived by his side and died in his arms. Magnus had thought of her often enough that the mention of her did not hurt him, her remembered face like the distant familiar beauty of stars, not to be touched but to shine in front of his eyes at night. I resent your implication,” Magnus said. “There is no woman in the case. I am married to my music!”