What Really Happened in Peru (Shadowhunters: The Bane Chronicles, Book 1)
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan
Language: English
Pages: 28
ISBN: B00CD585SE
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
There are good reasons Peru is off-limits to Magnus Bane. Follow Magnus's Peruvian escapades as he drags his fellow warlocks Ragnor Fell and Catarina Loss into trouble, learns several instruments (which he plays shockingly), dances (which he does shockingly), and disgraces his host nation by doing something unspeakable to the Nazca Lines.
This standalone e-only short story illuminates the life of the enigmatic Magnus Bane, whose alluring personality populates the pages of the number-one New York Times bestselling series The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices.
pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke.” “So ended our love,” Magnus said. “Ah, well. It would never have worked between me and the plate anyway. I’m sure the food did me good, Catarina, and you were very good to feed me and put me to bed—” Catarina shook her head. She seemed to be enjoying this, like a nightmare nurse telling a child she did not especially like a terrifying bedtime story. “You fell down on the floor. Honestly, we thought it best to leave you sleeping on
he had always wanted to try. “You do it too,” he urged Ragnor. “It will be dashing. You’ll see.” Then he seized a rope and swung, dashingly, across fathoms of shining blue space and over a stretch of gleaming deck. Then he dropped, neatly, into the hold. Ragnor followed him a few moments later. “Hold your nose,” Magnus counseled urgently. “Do not breathe in. Obviously someone was checking on the cargo, and left the hold open, and we both just jumped directly in.” “And now
destruction of Peruvian property was not, however, the reason he was banned from Peru. 1885 The next time Magnus was back in Peru, he was on a job with his friends Catarina Loss and Ragnor Fell. This proved Catarina had, besides magic, supernatural powers of persuasion, because Ragnor had sworn that he would never set foot in Peru again and certainly never in Magnus’s company. But the two had had some adventures together in England during the 1870s, and Ragnor had grown better disposed
carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers. Imasu told him about his father’s death and about his sister’s love for dancing that had inspired Imasu to play for her, and that this was the second time he had ever been in love. He was both indígena and Spanish, more mingled even than most of the mestizos, too Spanish for some and not Spanish enough for others. Magnus talked a little with Imasu about that, about the Dutch and Batavian blood in his own veins. He did
his plans for a little way into the future. He was caught off guard enough to be stupid. “Yes,” Imasu answered, looking regretful about the prospect of making himself clearer. “Absolutely without me. It’s not that I have not had a wonderful time with you. We have had fun together, you and I, haven’t we?” he added pleadingly. Magnus nodded, with the most nonchalant air he could manage, and then immediately ruined it by saying, “I thought so. So why end it?” Perhaps it was his mother,