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Dear Cristina, from Emma

Dear Cristina,

I was going to try addressing this letter to Polyamorous Cottage In Faerieland, but I figured it might never be delivered. :) Ok, ok, I’m kidding. I’m sending it to the New York Institute—Clary says she’ll hold onto it for you. I know Jules and I have been popping around the globe like ping-pong balls, but we’ve finally settled here in London for at least a couple of months, so you can — and should — write me back at the London Institute — I’m not sure the place we’re staying even has an address.

(And sure, I could have just sent you a fire-message, but I have too much to tell you. Buckle up.)

So, a while ago Jules and I were in Manaus, in Brazil, studying Curupiras, when we got called into the Rio Institute. They had a message for Julian. His great-aunt — yeah, the one he was visiting when you first came to L.A. — had died. Really sad. And then, remember the beautiful house in Sussex where she lived? Well, she left that to some cousin nobody’s heard of, but she left Julian Blackthorn Hall. Which is a crumbling ruin in Chiswick (kind of a suburb of London). And then we had to come here, because of a codicil in the will (ahem, according to the dictionary, that’s “an addition or supplement that explains, modifies, or revokes a will or part of one”). Either Julian has to fix the place up, get it livable again, in five years, or he has to donate it to the Clave.

Anyway, you know how Julian is. He makes up his mind fast. We Portaled to London the next day after he got the news.

I was all set to eat scones, drink tea, and go on the Eye (all the things I didn’t get to do last time we came to London, due to being pursued by unkillable Faerie warriors.) But that was before we took a black cab from the Institute out to Chiswick and really saw the place.

From the outside it looks like a museum or an old library—you know, big marble columns, grand staircase, big metal dome on top that looks like it should have a telescope in it. (It doesn’t; I checked.) But inside it’s more like a fairytale. Not, like, something from Faerie. Or something from a kid’s movie. It’s like one of those fairytales where a crumbling palace sleeps for a thousand years. It was kind of romantic, for about five minutes. Then we spotted the first rat, nibbling on the tassel end of one of the drapes.

It’s a weird mix of interesting history, weird old art, and total ruin. There are cool portraits of old Blackthorn ancestors, mostly intact. Julian says he doesn’t recognize most of the faces. Some of them have names written on the back of the canvas or on the frame but other than “Blackthorn” none of the names mean anything to any of us. There are wooden chests full of ancient books and papers, and beautiful overgrown grounds that I’m sure were once gardens and are now England’s version of a jungle. There’s an old greenhouse and a weird little brick structure we can’t figure out. (Storage shed? Very small weapons room?) The whole place is just a mess, and most of the house isn’t habitable at all anymore. Someone built an apartment with “updates” off in one wing, probably in the sixties. (The apartment, by the way, reminds me of that vintage shop in Topanga I dragged you to. Remember?) Whoever lived in it left a closet of all kinds of vintage clothes and there’s crazy flower-patterned wallpaper and modern art everywhere. At least the apartment has electricity, running water, and heat, because the rest of the house definitely doesn’t —

I’m back now. Sorry, had to stop writing for a second. Julian was calling me. He was up in what was probably a ballroom? But anyway he took a wrong step and his foot went through the floor. (Not all the way through the floor, which is a relief. But it definitely made a hole.) The ballroom is big and dusty, but you can see how long ago it must have been beautiful, and very fancy. It has these huge French doors that open onto marble balconies, though most of the glass in the doors is gone now.

Once I freed Jules from the broken floor I figured it was my only chance to try to talk some sense into him, so I pointed out that this is a gigantic project for two people who have never fixed up a house before, and that we have a perfectly fine place to live already. And the weather is better there.

Jules, being Jules, took his time answering, really thinking about what I’d been saying. Then he said, “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to do it. You’re more important to me than a house. Any house.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to do it,” I said. “I just don’t even know where to start.”

Jules calmly explained that he’d been in contact with some faerie builders of some kind, hobgoblins maybe? who would be here Monday to do “a walkthrough.” Then he put his arms around me and said, “I know we can always live in the L.A. Institute. I love it there, too. But as much as any Blackthorn legacy exists, this is it. All these old papers, whatever secrets the house is hiding, they’re our family history. I want to pass it on to Dru and Ty and Tavvy. I want to give them what I never had.”

Well, what could I say to that? I get it. I have Jem as my living family history. Jules doesn’t have anything like that. And while Aline and Helen run the L.A. Institute now, they might not always, and besides, it belongs to the Clave. I get that he feels like he can’t give away a big chunk of his family’s history without giving them a choice in the matter.

I said, “All right. We’ll see what we can do. If we ever decide it’s too much, we can hold a big family meeting and everyone can vote. Keep the place or not.”

He picked me up and swung me around. Then we started kissing. I’ll be merciful and not give you the details.

So I’ve decided to consider all this An Adventure. It’s like an archeological site, and we are intrepid historians. Later I’ll see if I can convince Jules to put on a tweed coat and a pith helmet while we sort through the debris. Because whoever lived here before had a lot of stuff. It’s a big house, and every room has furniture with drawers and cabinets, and inside every drawer and every cabinet is clutter. Rusty weapons, water-damaged books, little boxes with more clutter in them, costume jewelry, portraits of random people, broken teacups…And remember, we’ll be going through it without any light but witchlights.

Anyway. I wanted to let you know what I was up to, and where we were. Our travel year was basically over anyway, so this is a sort of way of extending it and spending more time together. I’m not sad about that part. I was actually doing pretty well psyching myself up for the excavation of Blackthorn History, until this morning.

I know I said the house seemed haunted, but I was joking. Mostly. I’m not Kit; I can’t see ghosts unless they want me to see them, and so far I haven’t come across any ectoplasmic spirits with messages from The Beyond. But the place does feel odd — I keep finding myself turning around at the end of long, spiderwebby hallways, as if expecting to see something in the shadows. Or imagining I glimpse something over my shoulder in the mirror. I chalked it all up to nerves until this morning, when I came into the dining room and saw that the words “GO AWAY” were written in the dust on the floor.

I literally jumped. I was actually reaching for Cortana before I got a hold of myself. Don’t be ridiculous, I thought. That message could have been written any time. Long before we got to the house. It could have been sitting here in the dust for years, undisturbed.

I have a confession to make, though. I rubbed the GO AWAY message away with my foot. I didn’t want Julian to see it. He worries too much as it is. I didn’t want him to have that same bad moment of shock that I did, especially over something unimportant.

I feel better getting the story off my chest to you, though. Oh dear, Julian is calling for me again, I can’t wait to see what he’s put his foot through this time. I will write again soon, and in the meantime pip pip cheerio from London!

Love to you and the boys,

Emma

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Our Waking Souls: Clary/Jace

That’s right, Clace! Original Coke. This was written on request as a gift for a friend who did something kind for me: it is, however, canon with the books and takes place while Clary and Jace are on their mission in Faerie in LoS. (If you squint, you can even guess when.) Clary struggles with what it means to love and keep secrets, and sexy times are had. Definitely R-rated, and with extremely sexy art by Aegisdea (a tiny bit excerpted above): so, warnings for sexual content both visual and textual.

Some spoilers for LoS; Clary and Jace are about 22, 23 here.

For Virna, Mari and Julia.

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When you cant make up your mind about what to use on the your cap. 😂😍❤️ Peter Pan/ Hogwarts/ Dumbo 🐘

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The first in my family to graduate from a CSU in less than a week! I had to carry my friends with me for this special day ❤️➰ @cassandraclare this is my #entry for #loscontest "shadowhunters looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234."

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To celebrate the release of Abby and Logan’s story, Chasing Impossible, I’m giving away on my blog what is pictured above. www.katielmcgarry.com/blogs.aspx

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Who has been your favorite character see come to life through the movies?

Tris! What can I say? She’s my favoritecharacter, and Shailene is amazing. She’s brought out new sides of Tris I’dnever really considered before. -Veronica Roth

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What is your favourite scene from each book in the series ? Including the book Four as well! Also, what is your favourite scene out of all the movies so far ?

Divergent: Tris and Four going throughFour’s fear landscape. It was one of the first scenes I wrote in the book, andit helped me develop both characters. I still love rereading it.

Insurgent: when Tris, Four, and theothers go to the factionless warehouse to discover—dun dun DUNNN—that Evelyn isstill alive! Evelyn is one of my favorite characters, and I find the tensionbetween her and Tris, and between her and Four, really interesting.

Allegiant: the scene between Caleb andTris near the end, when they play “truth serum” together. It breaks my heart.

Four: when Four leaves school andjust runs. This probably sounds weird, but when I was writing thatscene, I felt like I was getting let in on one of his secrets. And after a fewbooks with a character, you feel like there are no more secrets left.

Of the movies: my favorite scene isstill the Ferris wheel scene in Divergent. It was so close to what I’d alwaysimagined, and it’s a great combination of action and romance and humor. It’skind of a challenge to do a “budding romance” scene with your charactersstanding on thin metal bars high above concrete, and the movie rose to it!-Veronica Roth

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What is on your playlist right now? And do you create soundtracks for each of your characters?

It depends! I do make a lot ofplaylists. Most of the time I just have one big playlist for whatever I’mworking on, whether it’s a new book or a short story, but for my new seriesI’ve been making playlists for each character. I’ve found that it helps me, ifI’m struggling with one of them in particular in a scene, to get into theirheads a little better. Right now I have a character whose playlist is all Sia,Halsey, and Florence & the Machine, and another one that’s allAlt-J—especially “The Gospel of John Hurt” and “Tesselate”—and “Sons andDaughters” by The American Spirit. I’ll really listen to any kind of music aslong as it suits a character or a story.-Veronica Roth

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Which book of your series was your most favorite to write?

I still have to go with Divergent. Itwas so exciting to get to know those characters, and to start building thatworld. And there’s nothing quite like the feeling of creating something withouta deadline, without even knowing if you’re going to show anyone. Just creating,because you love it, because you’re fascinated, because you’re trying to workout something on the page. Working on all the books was a joy in different ways(though Insurgent was definitely a struggle for me more than the others! A lotof authors struggle with their second book), but that Divergent time was reallyprecious to me.-Veronica Roth

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What can we expect from your next work? I am very anxious!

Spaceships! Planets. Stars. Kidnapping.Friendship. Love. Dictators. Poison. Revenge.-Veronica Roth

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What atribute do you love most about Tris?

It’s hard to rank the things I loveabout her in any kind of order, but one thing I really love is how fierce sheis—how fiercely she loves, and fights for what she believes in, and even howfiercely she lashes out at people who betray or hurt her. Sometimes she’s alittle too ferocious in her approach to the world, and it gets her intotrouble, but I still love even that, because she doesn’t do anything halfway.She’s like the battering ram of characters, and that’s what made her so muchfun for me to write about. -Veronica Roth

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Welcome to The Divergent Series author Veronica Roth’s Tumblr Answer Time! Follow along and see if your questions are answered HERE!

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Today, March 1st at 3pm PST / 6pm EST, The Divergent Series author Veronica Roth is answering YOUR questions here for #PledgeAllegiant Day and #AllegiantTickets go on sale! Follow her Tumblr Answer Time at http://the-divergentseries.tumblr.com/tagged/answertime and see if your questions are answered!

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KAY YOUR SUBMISSION WINSSSSSSS

Aww thanks ! I doubt it though so many amazing submission are there !

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My entry for @cassandraclare Lady Midnight Contest. " He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played....Jem played, and he played the years of Will’s life as he had seen them....I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace." ( I hope no one feels offended by my picture. I was taking pictures at my town cemetery and stumbled upon a grave with William on it. I kept looking at it till finally it clicked his name is William and he died the same year our William Herondale. It seemed to be perfect, it gave me the feels. Do not worry I did not disrespect the grave in any way. I paid my respects because he is a Civil War Veteran and because I took pictures.)

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❤️ didn't do a bad picture :)

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This is mine :) not bad ha

I tried :) I’m not an artist but I love making edits :)