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– Igen, még mindig próbálom feldolgozni, hogy szó szerint Rosemary gyermeke vagyok – sóhajtotta.
– Olvasd el azt a könyvet – javasolta Tessa halvány mosollyal.
– Láttam a filmet – vágott vissza Kit.
– Fogalmam sincs, miről beszéltek – mondta Jem most is, mint általában, amikor ezek ketten az „olvasd el a könyvet/láttam a filmet” játékot játszották.

624. oldal, Bukjatok örökre

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Eszti_TDA P>!

Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

I turned away from you once, but please help me now. I thought I could do this on my own, but the Riders are closing in. If you will not come for me, come for my boy. I thought I could buy his life with my suffering. I thought if I left him, he would be safe. He is not. Please come. I beg you. Save me. Save my child.
Rosemary Herondale.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Jem Carstairs · Rosemary Crow
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I keep my eyes open, and I see what’s happening in the Shadowhunter world. You need more than you think you do. Most of all, you need to stay away from Valentine Morgenstern.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Céline Montclaire · Rosemary Crow
Eszti_TDA P>!

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a child who should not have been born. A child of disgraced warriors—his blood the blood of the angels, his birthright forfeit while he slept, unknowing, in his mother’s womb. A child sentenced to death for the sins of his ancestors, a child spirited away from the Law that condemned and the family that couldn’t yet know how much they might someday need him and his progeny.
Once upon a time, a child was lost—or, at least, such is the story as told by those foolish enough to lose him. No one is ever lost to himself.
The child was simply hiding. As his child, and his child’s child, learned to hide, and on through the generations, evading those who hunted them—some seeking forgiveness, some seeking annihilation—until, inevitably, that which had been hidden was revealed. The lost child was found.
And that was the end.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Kit Rook · Roland Herondale · Rosemary Crow
Eszti_TDA P>!

But all was not lost. Because there, miraculously alive despite the swarm of ravening Mantids, was the treasure Rosemary had sacrificed everything to protect: her son. […] The determination in his blue eyes, the fierce, graceful way he held himself in the face of danger—there was no doubt, this was a Herondale.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Kit Rook · Rosemary Crow
Eszti_TDA P>!

Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

Things were different, before she was a mother.
Christopher is three. He looks like and unlike his mother, like and unlike his father. He is their love come to life, their two hearts intertwined and given shape and breath and cherubic cheeks and golden hair and a nose to kiss and a forehead to stroke and a perfect, perfect body that has never known pain or horror and never should. Must never.
“It’s about him, now. That’s all that matters.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Johnny Rook · Kit Rook · Rosemary Crow