THE WICKED ONES
'It seemed unfair that the city was so full of stone creatures who could feel nothing and here she was, feeling so unbearably much.'
RATING: 4.5/5
REVIEW:
I found the story in this quite interesting. It showed a lot about human nature especially with regards to Celine Montclaire. She had to endure many hardships and we get to see her make choices based from those hardships. It's interesting to know more about the Circle Members even though it's just Robert, Stephen, and Valentine. Also, Cassandra Clare's writing about Paris was beautiful.
On the other hand, I really enjoyed seeing Jem finding something concrete about the quest he is doing.
On the other hand, I really enjoyed seeing Jem finding something concrete about the quest he is doing.
SHOULD YOU READ IT: If you want to know more about Celine Montclaire - Jace's mother and the progress with Jem's quest, then absolutely.
FAVORITE QUOTES:
"You sure there's not some kind of rune to keep those foul beasts away?" Stephen Herondale said as a thunderous flutter of wings descended. He ducked, whacked blindly at his feathered foe.
The flock of pigeons quick passed, without dealing any mortal blows. Celine waved off a couple of stragglers, and Stephen breathed a sign of relief.
"My hero," he said.
"The great Herondale warrior afraid of pigeons?" she teased, hoping he wouldn't hear the quaver in her voice.
"Not afraid. Simply exhibiting a prudent amount of caution in the face of a potentially demonic creature."
"Demon pigeons?"
"I look upon them with great suspicion," Stephen said with as much dignity as a pigeon-phobe could muster.
"It's like an Eidolon demon tried turning into Cyndi Lauper and accidentally got stuck midway through," Celine joked.
"Huh?" Robert said. "Is that another warlock?"
Stephen smirked. "Yeah, Robert. Another warlock. The Clave executed her 'cause she just wanted to have fun."
I sometimes think there is nothing more painful than love denied. To love someone you cannot have, to stand beside your heart's desire and be unable to take them in your arms. A love that cannot be requited. I can think of nothing more painful than that.
Feelings is what makes us human. Even the most difficult feelings. Perhaps especially those. Love, loss, longing -- this is what it means to be truly alive.
It would be unjust to blame the past for the choices made in the present. Nor can we justify present choices by invoking sins of the past.
We always have a choice, Jem said, and for once, the voice in her mind sounded lie him, warm and close. It's not always the choice we would want, but it's a choice nonetheless. The past happens to us. But we choose our future.
The flock of pigeons quick passed, without dealing any mortal blows. Celine waved off a couple of stragglers, and Stephen breathed a sign of relief.
"My hero," he said.
"The great Herondale warrior afraid of pigeons?" she teased, hoping he wouldn't hear the quaver in her voice.
"Not afraid. Simply exhibiting a prudent amount of caution in the face of a potentially demonic creature."
"Demon pigeons?"
"I look upon them with great suspicion," Stephen said with as much dignity as a pigeon-phobe could muster.
"It's like an Eidolon demon tried turning into Cyndi Lauper and accidentally got stuck midway through," Celine joked.
"Huh?" Robert said. "Is that another warlock?"
Stephen smirked. "Yeah, Robert. Another warlock. The Clave executed her 'cause she just wanted to have fun."
I sometimes think there is nothing more painful than love denied. To love someone you cannot have, to stand beside your heart's desire and be unable to take them in your arms. A love that cannot be requited. I can think of nothing more painful than that.
Feelings is what makes us human. Even the most difficult feelings. Perhaps especially those. Love, loss, longing -- this is what it means to be truly alive.
It would be unjust to blame the past for the choices made in the present. Nor can we justify present choices by invoking sins of the past.
We always have a choice, Jem said, and for once, the voice in her mind sounded lie him, warm and close. It's not always the choice we would want, but it's a choice nonetheless. The past happens to us. But we choose our future.