[exclu] Les chapitres de Clockwork Prince révélés !

Cassandra Clare a révélé le plan de Clockwork Prince, le second tome des Infernal Devices.

Prologue: The Outcast DeadWill visits the Cross Bones Graveyard in London.
Chapter One: The Council Chamber
Pretty literal — the Council meets to discuss whether Charlotte is fit to run the Institute; we see a bit more of the Lightwoods, not to mention the Waylands and some other familiar families.
Chapter Two: Reparations
“Mr. Bane has been awaiting your arrival, sir,” said the footman, and stepped aside to let Will enter.

Chapter Three: Unjustifiable Death
The term, under the Accords, for a Shadowhunter killing a Downworlder without provocation.
“This was the first time she had been alone with Will in weeks.”

Chapter Four: A Journey
Tessa, Will and Jem leave the Institute and in fact, London entirely.
“Gabriel Lightwood strode across the room to meet them. He really was quite tall, Tessa thought, craning her neck to look up at him. As a tall girl herself, she didn’t often find herself bending her head back to look up at men.”

Chapter Five: Shades of the Past
This one is a pun that will probably only make sense upon actual reading. Althpugh one of the themes of the book is how the past affects the present.

Chapter Six: In Silence Sealed
Again the theme is hidden secrets. The title comes from a Charlotte Bronte poem. “In secret kept, in silence sealed.” Tessa begins to uncover the secrets of her own origins.

Chapter Seven: I had to redact the title of this chapter. It’s a spoiler.
“When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.”

Chapter Eight: The Purposes of Wrath
The title here comes from Thomas de Quncey’s (yes de Quincey!) Confessions of an English Opium-Eater. The paragraph is about addiction, and both the pleasures and the pains of opium, and the chapter is not dissimilar. Also, we meet Ragnor Fell.

Chapter Nine: Fierce Midnight
This chapter ends the night begun in the previous chapter. And has some pretty hot kissing. Titled after a Swinburne poem.

Chapter Ten: The Virtue of Angels
The virtue of angels is that they cannot deteriorate; their flaw is that they cannot improve. Man’s flaw is that he can deteriorate; and his virtue is that he can improve. —The Talmud
Someone rather unexpected hits Gabriel — who, really, was asking for it.
Chapter Eleven: Wild Unrest
This chapter title comes from the poem “City of Dreadful Night” by James Thompson. It’s really about taking on the suffering of someone you love. Will wanders about London at night. “He had reached Fleet Street. Temple Bar was visible through the mist in the distance” — Temple Bar is the structure Jem is standing in front of, on the cover of the book.

Chapter Twelve: The Ball
This is somewhat self-explanatory. There is a masquerade ball. And a balcony. And Magnus.

Chapter Thirteen: The Mortal Sword
We finally see the Mortal Sword put to its actual use: extracting the truth from reluctant Shadowhunters. And it is not pretty.

Chapter Fourteen: The Silent City
“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?”

Chapter Fifteen: Thousands More
From a poem by Charlotte Mew: There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
“Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.”

Chapter Sixteen: Mortal Rage
In which there are automatons and vengeance and explosions. The title comes from Shakespeare: “And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.”
Chapter Seventeen: In Dreams
There is the famous “in dreams begin responsibilities” but this title is actually from a poem by Matthew Arnold. The chapter from which this deleted scene was taken.

Chapter Eighteen: Until I Die
This chapter title has really freaked people out. So I will be nice and say that it is from a poem by Christopher Brennan (no relation to Sarah Rees):
Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why” I love you now until I die.

Chapter Nineteen: If Treason Doth Prosper
Betrayals and misunderstandings come thick and fast. And Magnus may have a new boyfriend. The title is from a poem attributed to Sir John Harrington:
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”

Chapter Twenty: The Last Dream
This is the chapter that made me cry! I rarely cry so I felt good about that. The chapter title comes from A Tale of Two Cities.

Chapter Twenty-One: Coals of Fire
I guess if you’re paying a lot of attention you’ll recognize this as part of something Jace quotes in City of Fallen Angels. Endings, beginnings, new characters, and, I promise, not too bad of a cliffhanger.

[Couverture] Clockwork Prince a enfin sa couverture !

Clockwork Prince

              The Infernal Devices

Cassandra Clare                                       

Sortie prévue le 6 décembre.

     N'est-elle pas belle ?

La Cité des Ténèbres : Extrait + Cartes Postales

Cassandra Clare nous a dévoilé un magnifique extrait du tome 1 sur Alec et Magnus pour avoir réuni 30 000 fans sur twitter ! Le voilà :

It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees “a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings.” —City of Bones

Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.

A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

“Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.”

There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway.

Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring.

“Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?”

Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?”

“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.”

“Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed.

The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms.

“Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.”

His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —”

“I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.”

Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?”

Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?”

Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.”

Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.”

“You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.”

Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re . . .welcome?”

Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.”

Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself.

“What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

“You’re just . . .” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.”

“From a Shadowhunter?”

“From a Lightwood.”

“I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.”

“I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’

“She said you liked me.”

“What?”

“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”

“Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”

“Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.”

“Doesn’t it? Well, it should.”

Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s . . . Jace.”

“He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.”

Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.”

Alec chewed his lip and said nothing.

“Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —”

“I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?”

Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.”

“Not your parents. Not Jace?”

Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.”

“I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —”

“I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —”

“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”

Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.

“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”

He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head.

“The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?”

“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”

“Is that good?”

“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”

A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”

Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents.

“What is it?” Alec said.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back.

“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.

“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

Et voici des cartes postales échangées entre les personnages dans les quatrième et cinquième tomes !

 

 

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City Of Bones de Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

The Mortal Instruments #1

Cassandra Clare

McElderry

10/10

VO

Résumé :

Clary n'en croit pas ses yeux. Elle vient de voir le plus beau garçon de la soirée commettre un meurtre. Et détail terrifiant: le corps de la victime a disparu d'un seul coup! Mais le pire reste à venir...Sa mère a été kidnappée par d'étranges créatures et l'appartement complètement dévasté. Sans le savoir, Clary a pénétré dans une guerre invisible entre d'antiques forces démoniaques et la société secrète des chasseurs d'ombres... Une guerre dans laquelle elle a un rôle fatal à jouer.

Mon avis :

Ce roman est tout simple MA-GNI-FI-QUE. A défaut de l'avoir en français, je l'ai lu en anglais. Ma toute première lecture en anglais : couronnée de succès et découverte d'un petit bijou de la littérature. Je ne regrette pas du tout de mettre lancée dans la VO même si ça grossit ma Wish-list de manière erratique.

Bref, le roman. On ne peut pas parler de City Of Bones sans mentionner l'inoubliable Jace. Beau gosse au charme ravageur, il attise l'intérêt de Clary dès le départ. Pas de bol pour elle, c'est pas n'importe qui.

Le monde des Shadowhunter est assez sombre et ce que l'on en voit ne donne pas tellement envie de s'y plonger. Clary est assez cruche au départ, selon moi. Elle s'améliore sur la suite. Il n'est toutefois pas à manquer qu'elle est loyale et courageuse. Pour sauver Simon, son meilleur ami, elle se met en danger, par exemple. Un bel exemple d'amitié, non ? On en voudrait, des amis comme ça ^^"

Le mystère qui entoure Clary s'épaissit à mesure que l'on découvre des choses et, franchement, la fin m'a laissée complètement abasourdie et en plein déni. Je n'arrive toujours pas à croire à ce que j'ai lu et j'espère de tout coeur que tout ça ne soit qu'une vaste blague. En même temps, ça se comprend.

Concernant l'univers en parallèle du monde réel, il paraît très bien créé et presque réel. Une fois sortie du livre, j'ai eu du mal à me remémorer que c'était de la fiction. Mais bon, qui sait vraiment ? Les créatures, les Marques, les pouvoirs... Tout cela est très recherché.

Les personnages ont tous une présence et un caractère bien à eux. Jace est, évidemment, mon chouchou. Ironique et diablement sexy, on ne peut que craquer. Isabelle est une vraie peste et pourtant, sans elle, le livre n'aurait pas tout son piquant. Alec est plus difficile à cerner. Son petit secret est sûrement ce qui fait de lui un personnage à part entière et c'est aussi de ce secret que découle le reste de sa personnalité. Sans tomber dans le cliché.

L'intrigue et l'écriture sont parfaites. Moi qui ne suis pas fan de la narration à la troisième personne, je me suis vite laissée entraînée bien que je l'ai lu en anglais. C'était plus corsé mais ça n'a rien gâché au plaisir de la lecture. Ce qui ne m'empêchera pas de les relire en français !

J'ai hâte de commencer le second tome (en anglais aussi). Je veux savoir si le délire de la fin est vrai ou non. Parce que, franchement, j'ai du mal à y croire. Ca ne se peut tout simplement pas !

Et sur cette note geignarde, je termine ^^"

La Cité des Ténèbres : News sur le tome 5 !

Le tome 4 vient de sortir (et c'est retrouvé en tête des charts très vite !) et voilà déjà des nouvelles du tome 5 ! Il s'appellera City Of Lost Souls et sortira en Mai 2012 aux USA ! Un léger résumé a été donné, en voici la traduction :

Les Chasseurs d'Ombres luttent pour reconstruire leur monde détruit par la trahison de l'un des leurs.

De plus, nous savons d'ores et déjà qu'il y aura une Dirty Sexy Scene qui mettra en scène Jace dans un club (*bave et rêvasse*) mais aussi quelques teasers ont été révélés sur Magnus...

Le premier (plutôt... déroutant) :

"Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and he gripped the back of Alec’s shirt"

Magnus fit un léger bruit de plaisir, et agrippa le dos de la chemise d'Alec

Le second (assez inquiétant) :

“He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.”

“He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.”

"Il est un chasseur d'ombres, dit Jocelyn. Sa loyauté ira au conclave et à l'accord."

"Il est mon ami, dit Magnus froidement. Sa loyauté me revient."

Alors ? Impatients ? Moi oui !
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La Cité des Ténèbres : Dirty Sexy Balcony Scene

Un petit extrait de Clockwork Prince (sortie septembre 2011), ça vous tente ? Cassie Clare a donné un petit avant goût du second tome de Infernal Devices ! Et le voici pour vous !

"He reached up and unlocked Tessa's hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and the hairpins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his sweat-dampened hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down.
“No,” he said. “Let me touch you first."
Il attrapa les mains de Tessa autour de son cou et les en retira. Il lui ôta ses gants et ils rejoignirent le masque de Tessa ainsi que ses épingles à cheveux sur le sol en pierre du balcon. Puis il enleva son propre masque et le mit à côté, en faisant courir ses mains dans ses cheveux humides de sueur dégageant ainsi son front. Le bord de son masque avait laissé des traces sur ses pommettes, comme de légères cicatrices. Mais quand elle s'approcha pour les toucher il attrapa doucement ses mains et l'en empêcha.
"Non" dit-il "Laisse-moi d'abord te toucher"

Voilà qui donne envie, non ?

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La Cité des Ténèbres : Des news et des news !

Tout d'abord, une petite interview via Skype de l'auteur !

Et ensuite, des nouvelles de la prochaine saga de Cassandra Clare !

Elle nous dit qu'une fois La Cité des Ténèbres finies ainsi que Infernal Devices, elle nous pondra une trilogie. Elle restera dans le monde des chasseurs d'ombres mais se passera 5 ans après la Cité des Ténèbres et à Los Angeles. Elle s'appellera : The Dark Artifices

Que du bon !

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La Cité des Ténèbres : Quelques images du comic.

Parce que City Of Fallen Angels est un succès depuis sa récente sortie aux USA, quelques images du comic qui devrait sortir cette année ont été lâchées sur internet. L'auteur est Nicole Virella et je la trouve plutôt douée. J'aime beaucoup la troisième... Mais voyez par vous-mêmes !

La Cité des Ténèbres : un bestseller !

Le quatrième tome des aventures de Clary a atteint la première place dans la liste des bestsellers du New York Times alors qu'il est sorti le 5 Avril !

Après sa sortie, City Of Fallen Angels était sur l'étagère des Meilleurs Ventes des Barnes & Nobles à côté de livres déjà placés là depuis un moment !

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La Cité des Ténèbres : Chat avec l'auteur : ses réponses !

Un chat a été réalisé avec l'auteur de la Cité des Ténèbres. Voilà quelques réponses qu'elle a donné !

Pourquoi avez-vous décidé de prolonger la série des Mortal instruments?

En fait, à la base, je n'avais pas prévu d'écrire d'autres livres de Mortal Instruments après COG (Le miroir mortel). Deux choses se sont produites pour changer ça : La première, j'avais écrit un plan pour un roman graphique sur ce qui aurait pu advenir de Simon après les évènements du miroir mortel. Quand le roman graphique n'a pas marché, je me suis retrouvée avec cette histoire et je ne savais pas quoi en faire. Ce n'était pas suffisant pour un livre entier. Pourtant, quand j'écrivais les Infernal Devices qui parlent des ancêtres de Clary, Jace et le Lightwoods, les évènements m'ont donné l'idée d'un nouveau méchant et d'un conflit qui pourrait affecter les personnages de TMI et se connecter au plan que j'avais réalisé pour le roman graphique.

J'ai toujours aimé les histoires dans lesquelles, un passé qui nous est lointain revient pour affecter notre futur. Donc, sans vouloir vous spoiler, quand j'ai réalisé que je pouvais connecter les évènements de Infernal Devices à quelques fins laissées en suspend dans COG (miroir mortel), J'ai compris que je ne pouvais pas laisser passer cette histoire et que je devais l'écrire, spécialement en considérant le chaos que cela allait entraîner dans les vies de Jace, Clary, Simon, Alec, Magnus, Isabelle et les autres!

Ainsi, En octobre de l'année dernière, je me suis assise et j'ai commencé à écrire l'histoire de COFA. J'ai pris une partie détaillée du plan que j'avais fait pour le roman graphique, mais quand j'ai développé et écrit l'histoire, cela ne fonctionnait pas. J'étais à Mexico pour l'écriture avec quelques amies écrivains et lorsque nous avons parlé du problème, je me suis aperçue que cette histoire était bien plus importante que je ne le pensais. Que ma petite histoire autour de Simon était devenue quelque chose de beaucoup plus gros. Plus épique, et qui concernait profondément tous les personnages de la précédente trilogie. J'ai réalisé que je n'avais pas un seul livre dans les mains, que cela ne faisait pas que envelopper globalement les premiers tomes du début, mais que c'était bien le début d'une nouvelle trilogie concernant tous les personnages. (La partie amusante fut d'appeler mon agent et mon éditeur et de leur expliquer "vous savez ce livre que j'étais en train d'écrire, et bien en réalité, il y en à trois!" J'adore l'idée de pouvoir les entendre se cogner la tête contre leur bureau chez Simon and Shuster (NDLR :éditeur américain) Mais quand j'ai soumis les grandes lignes des romans COFA, COLS, COHF, il étaient ravis de l'idée d'une nouvelle trilogie. Et j'espère que les lecteurs aussi!

Après avoir terminé cette nouvelle trilogie ainsi que les ID allez vous écrire de nouveaux livres qui mettent en scène le thème des Shadow hunters ou commencer quelque chose de nouveau?

J'ai une nouvelle trilogie sur les shadows hunters de planifiée, mais aussi une fiction réaliste et une nouvelle série qui ne parlera pas de Nephilims.

Question subsidiaire que j'ai sélectionnée pour vous... Peut être avec l'idée un peu sadique de vous casser le moral...

Pensez vous que nous aurons un Jace d'ici à la fin du mois d'avril?

Vous parler du Jace du film? Je pense que non. Peut-être plutôt à la fin mai. Ils ont auditionné un centaine de candidats. Et les planning doivent concorder. Ce n'est pas une décision à prendre à la légère.

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La Cité des Ténèbres : sorties françaises

Et voilà ! Nous le savons désormais ! City Of Fallen Angels sortira en France en avril 2012 ! Le bonus ? Une réédition de la série complète par Pocket !

De plus, la saga des Infernal Devices devrait voir le jour... en 2013 ! (Je vous rappelle qu'on doit tous mourir fin 2012... Cherchez la morale !)

Alors ? Pour vous, VO ou VF ? Les deux pour moi !

La Cité des Ténèbres : petite interview du directeur...

Scott Stewart, le directeur du film La Cité des Ténèbres a donné une petite interview sur ce qu'il préparait pour le film. Notamment sur le lieu de tournage qui oscillait entre New York et Los Angeles.

En voici la traduction :

"Nous sommes en train de voir," dit-il Scott quand il est interrogé sur la possibilité de tourner à New York City. "J'espère tourner là-bas autant que je peux. Je pense que New York est vraiment un personnage à part entière dans ce film," dit-il.

Pour ce qui est de l'approche stylistique du film, Scott a expliqué que, au lieu de suivre tout son travail sur les effets visuels - de grosses productions comme "Legion" et "Priest," il préfère une approche différente pour le film.

"Ca sera le New York de jour — le vrai New York que tout le monde peut percevoir, au moins ce que Clary perçoit au début du film. Il y aura un sentiment de naturel, de réel, on l'espère. Et quand le soleil se couchera, les choses changeront. Elle sera capable de voir des choses que les autres personnes ne peuvent pas voir. C'est alors que nous commenceront à entrer dans quelque chose de dangereux, de sensuel, d'excitant," explique-t-il.

Scott a aussi mentionné le fait que la musique aurait un gros rôle dans le film, qu'il "infusera" autant de musique que dans le livre.

"La musique est importante pour les personnges dans le livre," dit-il. "Je veux que ça soit omniprésent dans le film."

A propos du débat mouvementé du tournage en 3D, Scott a affirmé que les chances étaient bonnes pour que ça se réalise. Nous verront "La cité des ténèbres" à travers des lunettes 3D.

"Nous tourneront probablement en 3D pour de nombreuses raisons," dit-il. "La première, ces nouvelles caméras : leur système qu'elles utilisent pour tourner 'The Amazing Spider-Man,' est incroyablement sensible à la basse lumière. Vous pouvez voir plus de lumière que vos yeux le peuvent, c'est remarquable," dit-il. "Elles sont petite, légères et nous permettent de faire un film où l'on peut aller dans des boîtes de nuit où des endroits sombres et essayer de capturer un niveau de réalisme et sans cela, ça serait bien plus dur à faire en 2D."

Alors ? Pour ou contre la 3D ? Personnellement, je doute que ça me dérange... Et je suis ravie de lire que la musique sera omniprésente ! C'est sûrement le film le plus prometteur à venir ! Hâte d'en savoir plus ! Pas vous ?

Source  / La traduction a été réalisée par moi-même (Kassie), merci de respecter le travail fourni !

La Cité des Ténèbres en 3D ?

D'après Lily Collins, l'actrice qui jouera Clary dans l'adaptation cinématographique de La Cité des Ténèbres, il se pourrait que le film se fasse en 3D ! Un bien ou un mal ?

De plus, des images du carosse et des motos des vampires ont commencé à tourner. Personnellement, j'adore les motos... Je les trouve superbes, bien que le carosse ne soit pas plus non plus.  

  

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Juste un petit post...

Vous savez quoi ? Récemment, je suis tombée dans La cité des ténèbres. Vous savez, Jace et tout le peuple ? Hé ouais. Donc voilà un petit concours hypragénial... ! Et international !


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