“I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful,” said Linette Owens, “but are you a dangerous lunatic?”
Disclaimer: If you have not read the two previous stories in The Bane Chronicles, not only is reading this review going to be pointless really, it will probably also give things away. Also, if you have not read The Infernal Devices trilogy you may want to steer clear. A good direction to head would be a bookstore. Because you need to read them. Like now.
The third installment of The Bane Chronicles finds Magnus in London, 1857. This story really isn’t Magnus’ story at all, really. Rather, it’s the story of Edmund Herondale and Linette Owens. Oh Herondale boys, always falling for the wrong girls. Well, the right girls. Who just happen to be really wrong for you. Yeah, I suppose its safe to say at this point that it is hereditary. Which is also ironic, because all of you also seem to be orphans for the most part.
This has been my favorite story in this series thus far. One thing that I love about the Shadowhunter world that Cassie has created, is that she has the opportunity to create connections between generations and story lines. In this story, she takes full advantage of that. Like The Runaway Queen, this is written as single story, rather than the three shorter story format used in What Really Happened in Peru. The writing, as always, was excellent. The humor was spot on, especially in the Accord scenes (which I always pictured as being much more somber affairs). In all, I am excited for the next installment, The Midnight Heir, which is set to come out mid-July.
Sidenote: “That was mahogany!” cried Roderick Morgentern, looking appalled. Are you jokin’ me? Let me just go die now from the backlash of my fandoms momentarily colliding.