I was fascinated with the way that human beings had grappled with the ideas of absolute evil and absolute good tempered with love and free will. I was fascinated by Paradise Lost and Dante’s Inferno and Mike Carey’s Lucifer. When I set out to write City of Bones, I was in love with stories about vampires and faeries and warlocks, but I was also in love with the mythological tales of angels and demons. Clary ends City of Bones feeling a true sense of wonder as she flies over New York City, seeing revealed below all the magic and enchantment that had been previously hidden from her. He means that the stories we believe in our hearts-stories in which we are the heroes, stories in which there are good people who rise up to defeat the evil, stories in which there is always hope-are also true. He means that everything she’d always been told didn’t exist-vampires, werewolves, faeries, ghosts, and monsters of all shape, size, and intention-did exist after all and that, in fact, the world is full of them. Jace means, of course, more than one thing by this. That’s what Jace Wayland tells Clary Fray in the first book of the Shadowhunters chronicles, City of Bones. Cover: The Mortal Instruments, the Complete Collection, by Cassandra Clare
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