I think I’ve said it before when I’ve reviewed Cassandra Clare’s work: I’ve always loved the emotion, the characters, the masterpiece that comes from her writing. Her poorest quality writing is still a sparkling gem against others and I’ve come to expect it. But I think this time around Clare has blown away even her other novels.
Not since I finished “City of Glass” — just after it was released – have I felt so much from Clare. I loved her last two novels – “Clockwork Angel” and “City of Fallen Angels” respectively – but next to “Clockwork Prince” they feel like first drafts, only good next to something great.
In “Clockwork Prince,” the search for the Magister continues for the Shadowhunters of the London Institute. Only this time, the price is high when the council decides to give Charlotte only two weeks to find the Magister or forfeit her leadership of the London Institute at the behest of the Lightwoods. What they find in their search sheds light on the Magister’s vendetta against the Shadowhunters; reveals a traitor in a trusted ally; and gives them more pieces of a puzzle that could explain the truth about Tessa Gray’s parentage.
As if the quest for the Magister isn’t spellbinding enough, Clare layers her novel with revelations regarding Will’s past that explain his self-destructive, coarse behavior. His anguish feels tangible, and never more so than by the time you reach the end of the novel and it feels as if his efforts have been for naught.
She’ll break your heart repeatedly in “Clockwork Prince” – for Will, for Tessa, for Jem, and for Jessamine — but she’ll never disappoint.
So, in Will and Tessa’s honor and in honor of Clare’s use of poetry at the start of every chapter, here’s a little something from me inspired by them:
Divided is my heart, on this thing called love; divided is my mind, because I cannot tear it apart; divided are the hours, that I look upon your face; because divided is my heart against your warm embrace. – H. Danielle Crabtree