Donnerstag, 28. Juni 2012

Clockwork Princess Teaser

Ich hoffe ihr nehmt es mir nicht übel, dass alles in Englisch ist , doch ich hatte ersten keine Lust so viel zu übersetzen und zweitens klingen meine Übersetzungen nicht so ganz professionell :D

Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
“You fear for Jem,” Will said.
“Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”

Jem drew the bow back and let the arrow fly; it struck the creature in the side. The massive demon worm writhed in agony, undulating as it swept its great, blind head from side to side, uprooting shrubbery with its thrashings. Leaves filled the air and the boys choked on dust, Gideon backing up with his seraph blade in his hand, trying to see by its light.
“It’s coming toward us,” he said in a low voice.
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust.
“By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?”
“He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world.
Well, nearly everything.                    
“Would you?” said Gabriel to Will,  hotly. “If it was your family?” His lip curled. “Never mind. It’s not as if you know the meaning of loyalty —”
“Gabriel.” Gideon’s voice was a reprimand to his brother. “Do not speak to Will in that manner.”
Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will’s sleeve. “You are my parabatai,” he said. “You said once I could ask anything of you.”
Source: Cassandra Clare Mundie Moms Livechat after the CP1 release
Will’s fingers brushed the other boy’s as he took the weapon from Jem: it was the first time, Charlotte thought, that she had ever seen him touch any other person willingly.
“A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus.
“I’m Gabriel.”
Magnus waved his hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.”
(Bis auf Alec nehme ich an :D)
“You are not really dying,” Will said, the oddest tone to his voice, “are you?”
Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.”
“There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.”
Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?

Und noch undefinierte Ausschnitte mit den Charakteren von TiD

“Wet again,” Will said, glumly.
Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. “Better it were my hands,” he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. “No. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?”
“Do you think there’s a chance for him?”
“A chance for who?”
Will. To be happy.”
“Is there a chance for you to be happy if he isn’t?”
“In all my previous encounters with Will, he has worn pants.”
Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.
He stopped dead. “Tessa told you?” he said.

Und (ja noch was, auch wenn der Post schon ewig lang ist ) ein Auschnitt aus Clockwork Princess - Spoilerhaft für diejenigen, die Clockwork Prince noch nicht gelesen haben 

“What are you doing following me about the back streets of London, you idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a shake.
Her eyes narrowed. “This morning it was cariad, now it’s idiot?” “These streets are dangerous.” Will said, “You don’t know anything of them, you’re not even using a Glamour Rune. It’s one thing to declare you’re not afraid of anything when you live in the country, but this is London.”
“I’m not afraid of London.” Cecily said defiantly.
Will leaned closer, almost hissing in her ear, and said (“something in Welsh”).
She laughed. “No, it would not do you any good to tell me to go home (“something else in Welsh”).”
Will blinked at her words.
“You’re my brother, and I want to go with you.”
It was the sort of thing he was used to hearing Jem say, and though Cecily was unlike Jem in every other conceivable way, she did share one quality with him, which was stubbornness. When Cecily said she wanted something, it did not express an idle desire, but an iron determination.
“Don’t you even care where I’m going?” he said, “What if I were going to Hell?”
“I’ve always wanted to see Hell,” she said “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Most of us spend our time trying to stay out of it.” said Will. “I’m going to an ifrit den if you must know, to purchase drugs from a violent, dissolute criminals . They may clap eyes on you and decide to sell you.”
“Would you stop them?”
“I suppose it would depend on how much they would give me.”
She shook her head. “Jem is your parabatai,” she said, “He is your brother, given to you by the Clave, but I am your sister by blood. Why will you do anything for him, but you only want me to go home?”
“How do you know the drugs are for him?”
“I’m not a fool, Will.”
“No,” Will said “More’s the pity. Jem is the better part of myself. I don’t expect you to understand. I owe him this.”
“And what am I?” Cecily said.
Will exhaled, too exasperated to check himself. “You are my weakness.”
“And Tessa is your heart.” she said, [not angrily but thoughtfully] “I’m not a fool, like I told you,” she added at his startled expression. “And more’s the pity for you, [my brother]. Though I suppose we all want things we can’t have.”
“Oh?” Will said, “What do you want that you can’t have?”
“For you to come home.” A strand of black hair was stuck to her cheek by the dampness, and Will fought an urge to pull her a little closer about her, and keep her warm and make her safe, as he had when they were both children.
“The Institute is my home.” Will sighed, and leaned his head against the stone wall. “I can’t stand out here arguing with you all evening, Cecy. If you’re determined to follow me into Hell, I can’t stop you.”
“Finally,” she said “You have seen sense. I knew you would, you are related to me.”
Will fought the urge to shake her. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, and he raised his hand to knock on the door.

Allerdings ist es noch nicht sicher, ob das die die Version ist, die auch im Buch abgedruckt ist. Also könnten in der Endversion auch Änderungen vorhanden sein.


  1. Das waren echt viele Informationen auf einmal aber die Teaser sind echt toll. Endlich mal wieder was von Cassie lesen ^^ Ich find es einfach toll wie nah sich Jem und Will sind. Das sieht man ja bei der Hälfte der Teaser (: Toller Post ! :>

    1. viel ist gar kein Ausdruck :D
      Aber irgendwie trotzdem nicht genug :/ xD

      Ja und deshalb wäre es schlimm, wenn die Freundschaft in die Brüche gehen würde - was ja durchaus passieren kann :/

    2. Ach und vielen Dank :)

      LG Hannah

  2. " “A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus.
    “I’m Gabriel.”
    Magnus waved his hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.”
    (Bis auf Alec nehme ich an :D)"

    GENAU das gleiche hab ich auch gedacht, als ich das gelesen habe :D