. @CassieClare Shares RED SCROLLS OF MAGIC Snippet #RedScrollsofMagic #Shadowhunters

Happy Friday Shadowhunters! Did you read the newest edition of Cassie's newsletter? It's definitely not one to be missed. One of the things she shared is this snippet of a poster for the RED SCROLLS OF MAGIC, along with the snippet below. If you haven't already, I highly recommend you sign up for her newsletter. 

Per Cassie's newsletter:

Check out this snippet of a poster Cassandra Jean illustrated to promote Red Scrolls of Magic! The poster will be handed out at ALA Midwinter, as well as other conventions throughout the year. Red Scrolls of Magic comes out on April 9th, 2019. Enjoy an excerpt!

Alec gave a gratifying, wondering, “Oh,” as the train emerged around a bend into the heart of the French countryside. Dense, dark green forest framed mirrored lakes, and in the distance, white snowcapped mountains watched over the landscape. Closer, a rocky promontory rose like the prow of a ship from the distinctive tidy grid of bright vineyards below. Magnus watched the landscape, then Alec’s face, then the landscape again. Seeing this with him was like seeing the world made new. Magnus had been through the Parc du Morvan before, but for the first time in a long while, he felt wonder too. “At some point,” said Alec, “we’ll cross the Idris wards, and the whole train will jump from the near border to the far border in an instant. I wonder if we’ll be able to tell.” There was a yearning note to his voice, though Alec had not lived in Idris since he was small. The Nephilim always had someplace they could return to, no matter what, a country of enchanted forests and rolling fields, and in its center, a city of shining glass towers. Given by the Angel. Magnus was a man with no homeland, and had been for longer than he could remember. Odd, to see the compass of Alec’s soul swing around surely and point home. The compass of Magnus’s soul spun freely within him, and he’d long been used to that. Their hands lingered together, Magnus’s fingers curling around Alec’s as they looked out at heavy clouds rolling in from the east. Magnus pointed at one of the cluster of storm clouds. “That long one looks like a serpent that tied itself into a knot. That looks like the croissant I had this morning. That one . . . a llama, I guess? Or possibly my dad? Bye, Dad! Hope not to see you soon!” He blew a sarcastic kiss. “Is this like the thing with the stars?” said Alec. “It’s romantic to name the stuff you see in the sky?” Magnus was silent. “You can talk about him if you want,” said Alec. “My father the demon, or my stepfather who tried to kill me?” Magnus asked.  “Either.”