CoHF SPOILER! - Bane krónikák a CoHF-ben

Sziasztok!

Egy újabb spoileres poszt, úgyhogy mindenki csak akkor olvasson tovább, ha vállalja a következményeket. 

Leginkább Magnus spoiler egyébként, csak hogy be tudjátok lőni nagyjából.

Nem sokkal a Bane krónikák olvasása után kifejezetten szíven ütött egy bizonyos részlet a Mennyei tűz városában. Magát a krónikákat emlegetik ugyanis a könyvben, mintha Magnus írta volna le a kalandjait. 

És igen, ez alapján, ha engem kérdeztek, ez a bizonyos Dear Alec lett volna az utolsó novella, amiről Cassie beszélt. Ami egy levél lett volna...

A kérdéses CoHF részlet:

“I had a lot of time to think, after we broke up,” Magnus said. “And I wrote this.” He pulled a notebook out of the inside pocket of his jacket: just a very ordinary spiral-bound notebook of lined paper, but when the wind flapped it open, Alec could see that the pages were covered with thin, looping handwriting. Magnus’s handwriting. “I wrote down my life.”
Alec’s eyes widened. “Your whole life?”
“Not all of it,” Magnus said carefully. “But some of the incidents that have shaped me. How I first met Raphael, when he was very young (HATODIK NOVELLA),” Magnus said, and sounded sad. “How I fell in love with Camille (HARMADIK NOVELLA). The story of the Hotel Dumort (ÖTÖDIK ÉS HETEDIK NOVELLA), though Catarina had to help me with that. Some of my early loves, and some of my later ones. Names you might know—Herondale—”
“Will Herondale,” said Alec. “Camille mentioned him.” He took the notebook; the thin pages felt bumpy, as if Magnus had pressed the pen very hard into the paper while writing. “Were you . . . with him?”
Magnus laughed and shook his head. “No—though, there are a lot of Herondales in the pages. Will’s son, James Herondale (NEGYEDIK NOVELLA), was remarkable, and so was James’s sister, Lucie, but I have to say Stephen Herondale rather put me off the family until Jace came along. That guy was a pill.” He noticed Alec staring at him, and added quickly, “No Herondales. No Shadowhunters at all, in fact.”
“No Shadowhunters?”
“None in my heart like you are,” Magnus said. He tapped the notebook lightly. “Consider this a first installment of everything I want to tell you. I wasn’t sure, but I hoped—if you wanted to be with me, as I want to be with you, you might take this as evidence. Evidence that I am willing to give you something I have never given anyone: my past, the truth of myself. I want to share my life with you, and that means today, and the future, and all of my past, if you want it. If you want me.”
Alec lowered the notebook. There was writing on the first page, a scrawled inscription: Dear Alec . . .