The Last Hours is an upcoming trilogy written by Cassandra Clare and is the sequel series to The Infernal Devices. It is the fourth series to be published in The Shadowhunter Chronicles, but is the second chronologically. Its export rights were acquired by Walker Books.[1]


The following are the working titles of the books in series, arranged according to the latest update/revealed order, which is still subject to change[1][2][3][4][5][6]:

  1. Chain of Gold
  2. Chain of Iron
  3. Chain of Thorns


The Shadowhunters enter the Downton Abbey era in The Last Hours. Will Herondale is head of the London Institute, where he lives with his wife Tessa. But now it's their children, James and Lucie, who take center stage, alongside their parabatai, Matthew Fairchild and Cordelia Carstairs. Begin their adventures in Chain of Gold. The Last Hours

Set in Edwardian London and fin de siècle Paris 1903, right around the time the Victorian era tips over into the Edwardian era, The Last Hours will deal with Will and Tessa's children (James and Lucie), Jem Carstairs' cousins (Alastair and Cordelia), Charlotte and Henry's children (Charles and Matthew), Tatiana Blackthorn's children (Jesse and Grace), Cecily and Gabriel's (Anna, Christopher, and Alexander), and Gideon and Sophie's children (Thomas, as well as Barbara and Eugenia), and many more.

The story will be told in James and Lucie's point of views, among others.[7] The main characters, at 16-17 years old, will be James, Lucie, Cordelia, Alastair, Matthew, Charles, Grace, Jesse, and Christopher, who are the children of characters from The Infernal Devices.[8] Most of the characters from The Infernal Devices, now aged and older, will make appearances.

The Last Hours will deal quite a bit with Clave politics, as well as their attitude and view about certain issues such as homosexuality, and moves back and forth between London, Paris, Cornwall, and Idris.[9][10] Iron Sisters are also expected to become important in the series.[11]




For more, either go to the individual book page(s) above or check the unidentified snippets page.

Teaser #1

Matthew held out his hands. "Pax," he said, wheedlingly. "Let it be peace between us. You can pour the rest of the port on my head."

James' mouth curved up into a smile. It was impossible to stay angry with Matthew. It was almost impossible to get angry at Matthew.

Teaser #2

James could see his mother moving like an anxious pale star among the guests in her lilac dress, greeting each of them warmly, welcoming them to her home. She had not glamoured herself to look her husband's age for the evening, and she appeared enormously young, though her hair was done up like a gracious older woman's, not a girl's. When Will materialized out of the crowd and came to put his arm around Tessa, smiling down at her, the gray at his temples flashed like silver. James looked away; he loved his parents for being extraordinary, but sometimes he also hated them for the same thing.

Teaser #3

"Cordelia Carstairs," Will said, after greeting her mother. "How pretty you've become."

Cordelia beamed. If Will thought she was pretty, perhaps his son thought so, too. Of course Will was entirely prejudiced toward all things Carstairs. He even thought Alastair was perfect.

Teaser #4 ("The Beautiful Cordelia")

Cordelia glanced over her shoulder. "Is it - I mean, I wish to chat alone with you, too, but are we being dreadfully rude asking your brother to walk behind us?"

"Not a bit," Lucie assured her. "Look at him. He's quite distracted, reading."

And he was. James had a book out and was calmly reading while he walked. Though he seemed entirely caught up in whatever he was perusing, he nevertheless skirted oncoming passers-by, the occasional rock or fallen branch, and once even a small boy holding a hoop, with admirable grace. Cordelia suspected that if she had tried such a stunt, she would have crashed into a tree.

"You're so lucky," Cordelia said, wistfully, still looking over her shoulder at James.

"Goodness me, why?" Lucie looked at her with wide eyes. Where James' eyes were amber, Lucie's were a pretty pale blue, a shade lighter than her father's. The famous dark blue Herondale eyes had gone to Will's sister's children.

Cordelia's head snapped back around. "Oh, because -" Because you get to spend time with James every day? She doubted Lucie thought that was any special gift; one didn't, when it was one's family. "He's such a good older brother. If I'd asked Alastair to walk ten paces behind me in a park he would have made sure to stick by my side the entire time just to be annoying."

"Pfft!" Lucie exhaled. "Of course I adore Jamie but he's been dreadful lately, ever since he fell in love."

She might as well have dropped an incendiary device on Cordelia's head. Everything seemed to fly apart around her. "He's what?"

"Fallen in love," Lucie repeated, with the look of someone enjoying imparting a bit of gossip. "Oh, he won't say with who, of course, because it's Jamie and he never tells us anything. But Father's diagnosed him and he says it's definitely love."

"You make it sound like consumption." Cordelia's head was whirling with dismay. James in love? With who? The look he had given her when she stepped down from the carriage, perhaps she had imagined that?

"Well, it is a bit, isn't it? He gets all pale and moody and stares off out of windows like Keats."

"Did Keats stare out of windows? I don't recall hearing that."

Lucie plowed on, undeterred by the question of whether England's foremost romantic poet did or did not stare out of windows. "He won't say anything to anyone but Matthew, and Matthew is a tomb where James is concerned. I heard a bit of their conversation once by accident, though -"

"Accident?" Cordelia raised an eyebrow.

"I may have been hiding beneath a table," said Lucie, with dignity. "But it was only because I had lost an earring and was looking for it."

Cordelia suppressed a smile. "Go on."

"He is definitely in love, and Matthew definitely thinks he is being foolish. He does not like her."

Teaser #5

"Who's the boy tripping over his own feet?" Cordelia asked as the boy in question, a slender, ink-stained young man with spectacles and tousled brown curls, nearly careened into Lucie and Matthew.

"That's Christopher Lightwood. My cousin. Alas, Christopher is far more at home with beakers and test tubes than he is with female company. Let's just hope he doesn’t pitch poor Rosamund Townsend into the refreshment table."

"Is he in love with her?"

"Lord, no, barely knows her," said James. "Charles and Daphne are engaged, and  Barbara Lightwood has an understanding with George Hayward. Beyond that, I'm not sure I can think of any romances brewing in our set. Though having you and Alastair here might bring us some excitement, Daisy."

Her heart leaped. "I didn't realize you remembered that old nickname."

"What, Daisy?” He was holding her close as they danced: she could feel the heat of him all up and down her front, making her prickle all over. "Of course I remember it. I gave it to you. I hope you don't intend me to stop using it."

"Of course not. I like it." She forced herself not to move her gaze from his. Goodness, his eyes were startling up close. They were the color of golden syrup, almost shocking against the black of his pupils. She had heard the whispers, knew people found his eyes odd and alien, a sign of his difference. She thought they were lovely: the color of fire and gold, the way she imagined the heart of the sun. "Though I don't think it suits me. Daisy sounds like a pretty little girl in hair ribbons."

"Well," he said. "You are at least -"

He broke off. She heard the click as he swallowed: he was looking past her, at someone who had just come into the room. Cordelia followed his glance, and saw a tall woman, thin as a scarecrow and dressed in the black of mourning, with gray-streaked auburn hair done in the style of decades ago piled on her head. Tessa was hurrying toward her, a concerned look on her face. Will was following, and goodness, what did they both look so worried about?

As Tessa reached her, the woman stepped aside, revealing the girl who had been standing behind her. A girl, dressed all in ivory, with a soft waterfall of white-gold curls gathered back from her face. The girl moved forward gracefully to greet Tessa and Will, and as she did so, James dropped Cordelia's hands.

They were no longer dancing. Cordelia stood, frozen in confusion, as James turned away from her without a word and strode across the room toward the girl.

Teaser #6

Anna raised her eyebrow at James as he turned away, but James ignored it. Anna had been raising her eyebrows at him all his life.

Teaser #7

"Please recall that I am the pale neurasthenic one and you are the dark brooding one. It is tedious when you mix up our roles."

Teaser #8

James and Matthew separated, Matthew to dance with Lucie, and James to speak to his parents. Cordelia saw them glance over toward her and looked away quickly; still, she was not at all surprised when James appeared a moment later in front of her, flashing a smile at his aunt and uncle.

"Miss Carstairs," he said, with a slight bow in Cordelia’s direction. "Would you favor me with this dance?"

"It’s a waltz," said Cordelia’s mother, before Cordelia could speak. "My daughter does not know how to waltz."

Cordelia bit her lip. She certainly knew how to dance: her mother had engaged an expert instructor to teach her the quadrille and the lancer, the stately minuet and the cotilion. But the waltz was a seductive dance, one where you could feel your partner's body against yours, scandalous when it had first become popular.

She very much wanted to waltz with James.

Teaser #9

"Do you think he's in love?" Anna said. "People can be rather awful when they're in love."

Teaser #10

"To take tea with Anna Lightwood," said Cordelia. "She invited me."

Teaser #11

James' heart lurched in his chest. "We were childhood friends."

Teaser #12

"But is it wise to prove James isn't a lunatic?" said Matthew.

Teaser #13

"I am pleased - it is high time I think more girls became parabatai with each other," said Cecily.

Teaser #14

"Will." Tessa sank down beside him on the bed. "There is no war."

Teaser #15

Jesse sighed and looked up at the chandelier. "I have two ages," he said. "I am twenty-four. And I am sixteen."

Teaser #16

"No one ever just wants to have tea," said Anna. "Tea is always an excuse for a clandestine agenda."

Teaser #17

"Matthew told me what happened at the park," Will muttered in a voice no one but James could hear. James shot a betrayed look at Matthew, who shrugged and gave him a half-smile. Matthew could be relied on to tattle on James if he thought it was for his own good. "Thank the Angel for Matthew and Thomas and Christopher." He touched James' face. "I regret ever having said that your generation was wasting its time with parties and boating and dancing. All I wish for you is to be able to amuse yourself in a pointless fashion during peace and never, ever be in danger."

Teaser #18

"That was vile, what you made me do, and vile that you made me do it."

Teaser #19

He really did have a most arresting face, Lucie thought. She firmly believed it was all right to stare at people when you were a writer. Writers needed to gather material. That was all there was to it.

Teaser #20

Cordelia clutched Lucie's hand as they jolted through the streets in the Carstairs' carriage, surrounded by the blurred traffic of omnibuses, motorcars, and pedestrians. Advertisements whirled past. THE HORSESHOE HOTEL. THREE GUINEA STOUT. NEW PALACE STEAMERS. Signs advertising tailors and fishmongers, hair tonic and cheap printing.

Matthew, sitting across from them on the upholstered carriage seat, was muttering and swearing to himself, his hair sticking out madly.

"Hidebound," he muttered. "Weasels."

"What?" said Lucie.

"I think he said hidebound weasels," said Cordelia. "But who do you mean, Matthew? Are you angry at us?"

Matthew flung himself sideways so his long legs were pulled up on the bench seat in front of him, and his profile was presented to Lucie and Cordelia. It was a fine profile: he was much more delicate-featured than his brother, who had a broad, strong face. Matthew had a face that looked as if it had been meant to be painted on china.

"Of course not," he said. "It's just appalling how they all treat James." He glanced at Cordelia, and then at Lucie. "She knows, doesn't she?"

Teaser #21

From where they were, they had a perfect view of James, standing straight and polite as Tatiana Blackthorn, wearing a faded fuschia dresses stained with dark spots, advanced on him, a witchlight torch in her hand.

"How dare you come here, Will Herondale," she said, a savage tone to her voice. "What is left for you to destroy? You murdered my husband and my father-"

Lucie made a small whimpering noise. Cordelia clutched at her cold hand, squeezing it for comfort.

"That's James." It was Grace, dressed all in a long white nightgown with a white dressing-gown over it. White slippers covered her feet and her blonde hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. "It isn't Mr. Herondale, Mama. It's his son."

Teaser #22

Anna Lightwood lived on Percy Street, a small byway near Tottenham Court Road. It was made up of long rows of houses of red brick that all looked very much the same. Each had sash windows, white-painted doors, brick chimneys, a shallow set of steps and a fence about the servants' entrance made of black wrought iron.

On the stairs in front of No. 30, a girl sat crying. She was a very fashionable girl, in a walking-dress of blue foulard with lace trimmings and acres of flounces about the skirt. She wore a head-band trimmed with silk roses, and they wobbled as she cried.

Cordelia checked the address she had written down again, hoping it would have changed. No, definitely Number 30. She sighed, squared her shoulders, and approached.

"Pardon me," she said, as she reached the steps. The girl was blocking them completely; there was no way to politely edge past. "I'm here to see Anna Lightwood?"

The girl's head jerked up. She was very pretty: blond and rosy-cheeked, though she'd been crying. She gave Cordelia a deeply wary look. "Who are you, then?"

"I, ah…" Cordelia peered more closely at the girl. Definitely a mundane: no marks, no glamour. "I'm her cousin?"

"Oh." Some of the suspicion went out of the girl's face. "I — I am here because —" She went off in a fresh spate of tears.

"Might I enquire as to the problem? Is there something I can do?" Cordelia asked, though she rather dreaded finding out why as it seemed the sort of thing where she might have to come up with a solution.

"Anna," the girl wept. "I loved her — I love her still! I would have given it all up for her, all of it, polite society and all its rules, just to be with her, but she has thrown me out like a dog on the street!"

"Now, Emmeline," drawled a voice, and Cordelia looked up to see Anna leaning out of an upstairs window. She was wearing a man's dressing gown in rich purple and gold brocade, and her hair was a cap of loose, short waves. "You can't say you've been thrown out like a dog when you've got your mama, two butlers, and a footman coming for you." She waved. "Hello, Cordelia."

"Oh, dear," said Cordelia, and patted Emmeline gently on the shoulder.

"Besides, Emmeline," said Anna. "You're to be married Wednesday. To a baronet."

"I don't want him!" Emmeline sprang to her feet. "I want you!"

"No," said Anna. "You want a baronet."

Teaser #23

Lucie was ten when she met the boy in the forest

Teaser #24

"I think too much and I drink too much," said Matthew, "that's my problem."

Teaser #25

And there beside her was Grace. Lucie remembered Grace as a determinedly poised twelve-year-old but she was quite different now. Cold and lovely and statuesque.

Teaser #26

Does love mean anything to you, she said. Or is it just something people give you easily, the way you give toys to a child?

Teaser #27

But Lucie was staring at the boy who had come in with them. The boy who she had last seen in Brocelind Forest.

Teaser #28

"Anna can seduce anyone," said Matthew.

Teaser #29

The house has all fallen down into ruins, he said.

Teaser #30

Lucie looked for him in the forest after that, but she never saw him again

Teaser #31

We could get married, she said

Teaser #32

"Can no one else see you?"

Teaser #33

Cordelia felt her back stiffen. "I accepted the invitation," she said. "I will go."

Teaser #34

"What's that little smile of yours?" Matthew inquired. "You look as if you're about to laugh."

Teaser #35

Be careful what you say to me, Grace told him. There is nothing I cannot make you do.

Teaser #36

The world had gone monochrome. James saw broken, black walls, a splintered floor, and dust that glittered like dull jewels scattered across the place where Barbara had fallen.

Teaser #37

"Stop!" James cried. He felt as if he were drowning. He had always been shy...

Teaser #38

Make a wish, Jamie

Teaser #39

Cordelia blinked, bewildered. "James?"

"I suffered every thorn for you," he said. "I would again."

Teaser #40

Not tie him to the bed, Cordelia thought. Not cut his beautiful hair. She loved his hair: it was black like his father's, black as night, dark as a place you could tell secrets in.

Teaser #41

"Matthew?" said James. "Matthew, is that you?"

Teaser #42

A betraying hope swelled in her heart and for a moment she allowed herself to imagine being engaged to James, being welcomed into Lucie's family.

Teaser #43

"You lied to me," she said.

Teaser #44

The moonlight softened the harsh gold of James' eyes to a dark umber. How changed would his life have been if his eyes had not been a sign of his difference?

Teaser #45

"You might leave that to me," said Anna.

Teaser #46

James went white. "Lucie?"

Teaser #47

"You carry my life in those careless hands"

Teaser #48

"Delicate boys must be protected," said Anna.

Teaser #49

"To the last hour."

Teaser #50

Death is not the end

Teaser #51

They were inseperable

Teaser #52

He yanked him downward, and in a moment they were rolling on the carpet like puppies, Matthew laughing uncontrollably...

Teaser #53

"Miss Herondale?" said a soft voice behind her.

Teaser #54

"Jamie, breathe," Matthew said, and his voice was the only steady thing in a world turning upside down.

Teaser #55

"A lapidary phrase is one that is worth carving into stone," said Matthew, "and preserving forever — a wise saying such as we are dust and shadows, or alternately, any words that come out of my mouth."

Teaser #56

"Hold my hand, James," she said.

Teaser #57

The Beautiful Cordelia was a novel that Lucie had begun when she was twelve.

Teaser #58

Jem, a whisper: There are only four points of brightness, in the whole world, which burn fiercely enough for me to feel as the person I was[64]

Teaser #59

"Preferably not boys," said Anna, without looking up. "Then I have to pretend to be interested."[64]

Teaser #60

It would be ten years before she saw him again.

Teaser #61

"That's because you’re drunk," said James. They were both sprawled at the same round table in an upper room of the Devil Tavern on Fleet Street.

Teaser #62

Barbara patted Thomas, as if his brawny arm was a small boy’s head. "I was merely anxious about you, Tommy. Surely you are not vexed."

Thomas’s brows were drawn sharply together, making his amiable countenance dark for the briefest interval. Then he sighed, drew his sister toward him in the circle of his arm, and stooped to press a kiss upon her brow.

"No, Babs," he said. "Of course I am not vexed. Can you spare your brother a dance, though I know Oliver will be loath to part with you? I will take care not to be clumsy."

Teaser #63

"What if Cordelia has changed her mind, and says she will not have a minx like you?"

"She would never!" Lucie was outraged.

"No," Will agreed. "She would not. As far as I am concerned, you shall perform the ceremony as soon as you please. All I want is for you and Cordelia to live a long and happy life, and never be parted."

Teaser #64

"Christopher," said Thomas. "Would you take James away immediately and show him an interesting scientific experiment?"

Christopher frowned. "Which one?"

"Any one at all!" said Thomas. "I will escort the ladies home."

Christopher’s brow cleared. "Ah, I understand perfectly. This is what Matthew said we were to do, about not letting James out of our sight and above all else keeping him away from..."

He trailed off, gazing at Grace with distant alarm.

Teaser #65

Apprehension stole across Thomas's face. "Lucie, you must not challenge Grace to a duel."

"We shall see where the night takes us," Lucie declared.

"Oh good," said Thomas. "I see you intend to Herondale to the fullest."

Teaser #66

He might be Cordelia’s brother, but she did not like him above half.

Moreover, at the present moment, he presented the appearance of a lunatic. Beneath his unbuttoned coat his waistcoat was disarranged, and one side of his high wingtip collar was dreadfully askew. His improbably light hair was out of its usual careful shape, pomaded strands going wildly in all directions and glittering electric bright under an arc lamp. On Percy Street, the street lights were older and less reliable, their fierce yellow burn stripping them all down to harsh lines.

“You’ve lost your hat, Alastair,” said Lucie.

Alastair said: “I have lost my sister!”

Lucie went cold. “What do you mean? Has something happened to Cordelia?”

Teaser #67

Anna’s deep-blue eyes narrowed as she studied him. James was sitting on the edge of his chair, hands clasped together and leaning forward in Anna’s direction. These cousins looked more like brother and sister than James and Lucie, or Anna and Christopher. James’s face was chiseled and serious, while Anna’s features were sharp and roguish, but they shared the same coloring of crow-black hair and snow-white skin. More than that, both had an air of cleverness that seemed thrown up as a defense against sensitivity, sharp minds that shut away hearts too easily broken. Seeing the similarity made Cordelia wonder what had happened to Anna, and fear what might happen to James.

Anna flicked an eyebrow upward, a scratch of ink dashed across a page. “Ah yes, about that. Let me be perfectly clear what you are asking: you want me to seduce a pretty warlock in order to procure you an [item redacted for spoilers!]?”

Anna surveyed the room, and when she was answered with cautious nods she threw her hands into the air.

“You are off your heads, every one of you.”

“Can you not do it?” Thomas asked apprehensively.

Anna toyed with her watch chain so the chain caught the light and glittered. “Oh, I daresay I could.”

There was a collective moan lamenting Thomas’s stupidity in asking such a question. Lucie told Thomas he was a dolt. Thomas begged Anna’s pardon.

“Not at all, Thomas, I know you’re an innocent soul. That said,” Anna drawled, “I take many issues with your request. For a start, it is against my strict policy to seduce anybody twice.”

“Every outlaw must have a code,” James said.

Teaser #68

He took a deep breath, and crossed the floor of blades and constellations to the other boy’s side. He stood at the foot of the stairs, looking down.

“But of course,” he said, very softly, “your sentiments are reciprocated.”

He stooped over him, tilting his chin up. Their lips met. The other boy made a soft sound, almost like surrender, stretching under his body. He slid an arm around his neck and pulled him down onto the stairs.

Teaser #69

“Disgraceful,” said Mrs Bridgestock. “I know your face. You are that Persian boy. Are you not ashamed to be running around corrupting nice young people? I suppose you are only following your father’s example, but considering what happened to him, you should really know better.”

Cordelia wished to rush to her brother’s defense, but she did not dare move.

Alastair bared his teeth at Mrs Bridgestock. “I should, shouldn’t I?”

Teaser #70

A coat settled on Lucie’s shoulders, bottle green superfine and warm from the heat of Matthew’s body, smelling of expensive cologne. Lucie glanced up to see Matthew’s face above hers, limned by sunlight and the gold of his hair, serious for once as he carefully buttoned the coat closed. His hands were usually swift and bright with rings, flying through the air when he talked or to the curving hilt of his rapier when he fought, but now they were moving with great deliberation over such a small task. She heard him draw in a slow breath.

Teaser #71

The whole way to the Fairchilds’ James had felt as if he were choking, and now he could breathe, the pressure on his chest easing. He couldn’t find words now, couldn’t do anything but clutch on to the front of Matthew’s shirt and put his head down on his shoulder.

Teaser #72

“I respect a heartbreaker,” said Anna. “People are better off without hearts anyway. But you don’t leave people better off. You’re not a heartbreaker, Grace Blackthorn. You’re a life destroyer.”

Teaser #73

“I hear you have come to London to be parabatai with our Lucie,” said Cecily. She looked nearly as young as Tessa, though since she wasn’t an immortal warlock, one wondered how she managed it. “I am pleased—it is high time more girls became parabatai. It has been a state monopolized by men for far too long.”

Teaser #74

Idris, 1899

For a moment James had the fantasy that Tatiana Blackthorn had brought him here to kill him. She would cut out his heart and leave him lying where his blood ran out across the ground.

Instead she shoved the knife into his hands. “There you go, boy,” she said. “Take your time.”

He thought for a moment that she smiled, but it might have been a trick of the light. She was gone in a rustle of dry grass, leaving James standing before the gates, rusty blade in hand, like Sleeping Beauty’s least successful suitor. With a sigh, he began to cut.

Or at least, he began to try. The dull blade sliced nothing, and the briars were as thick as the bars on the gates. More than once he was stuck sharply by the wicked points of the thorns.

His aching arms soon felt like lead, and his white shirt was spotted with blood. This was ridiculous, he told himself. Surely this went beyond the obligation to help a neighbor with her gardening. Surely his parents would understand if he tossed the knife aside and went home. Surely—

A pair of hands, white as lilies, suddenly fluttered between the vines. “Herondale boy,” whispered a voice. “Let me help you.”

There was a rattling sound, and a moment later a pair of briar cutters—perhaps not entirely new but certainly serviceable—were pushed beneath the gates. James bent to seize them up.

“Thank you, Grace,” he said. “You are Grace, aren’t you? Grace Blackthorn?”




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