Detective Lindsay Boxer is jogging along a beautiful San Francisco street when a fiery explosion rips through the neighborhood. A townhouse owned by an Internet millionaire is immediately engulfed in flames, and when Lindsay plunges inside to search for survivors, she finds three people dead. An infant who lived in the house cannot be found – and a mysterious message at the scene leaves Lindsay and the San Francisco Police Department completely baffled.
Then a prominent businessman is found murdered under bizarre circumstances, with another mysterious message left behind by the killer. Lindsay asks her friends Claire Washburn of the medical examiner’s office, Assistant D.A. Jill Bernhardt, and Chronicle reporter Cindy Thomas to help her figure out who is committing these murders – and why they are intent on killing someone every three days.
Even more terrifying, the killer has targeted one of the four friends who call themselves the Women’s Murder Club.
While the investigation rages furiously, Lindsay works very closely with a federal officer assigned to the case. At the same time, she learns that one member of the Women’s Murder Club is hiding a secret so dangerous and unbelievable that it could destroy them all.
Back in April, we had Camptown at my school. Well, part of it, anyway. They had to reschedule all the games and rides because it was raining cats and dogs outside.
But the Sage the Gemini Concert was still a go. They moved it to the gym because it was still raining. I got myself a front row seat at first, but some of the school events organizers told me I could move if I wanted to. I decided it would make sense to go upstairs on the track; I wouldn’t get trampled.
So I found myself upstairs on the track. I tried to live stream video from my Facebook page, but it kept buffering, so it wasn’t really worth it.
I had a nice bird’s-eye-view, but the acoustics were horrible; I could barely hear anything. I heard music, but I couldn’t hear the words. What I did hear, though, was good.
I’ll have to go back and check out his music.
When Michael Sinclair receives an invitation to attend the grand opening of Cirque Sominatis, he figures it will be a good opportunity to get away from the ghosts, potential in-laws, and the seemingly endless stream of rejected job applications … And a chance to spend a romantic weekend at the circus with Kate.
But nothing is as it seems as Michael, Kate, and ghost hunter extraordinaire Luke Rainer venture onto the haunted fairgrounds in the small town of Hugo, Oklahoma. New rivals, theatrical psychics, and a Ringmaster with a dark secret of his own all wait for them under the Big Top.
Now that his secret is out, Michael Sinclair finally agrees to join Luke Rainer and the Cemetery Tours crew on an investigation. Not just any investigation. The biggest investigation of their career.
Once home to the wealthy Sterling Hall and his beloved wife, Joanna, Stanton Hall Manor is a dream come true.
Unfortunately, some dreams turn out to be nightmares.
On Monday, I finally got to see Wonder Woman.
Formatted as a frame story it explores her origins. As the only child on a mysterious island of Amazonian women, Diana was very sheltered growing up. However, everything changed when Steve Trevor finds his way to the island during World War II. When he explains what is happening in “the world of men,” Diana makes the decision to leave the island and help him fight the war.
This movie is amazing. The stunts were second to none. Viewers will be on the edge of their seats. It’s definitely high octane action and adventure.
Gal Gadot was the perfect Wonder Woman. Chris Pine was a really good spy. And they definitely had chemistry. Not just romantic either; they work well together.
The most surprising performance was probably that of David Thewlis. He’s better known as Profess Remus Lupin in the Harry Potter franchise. It was different to see him play a villain like Ares, but he’s good at it. Probably because it’s just that – different and unexpected.
Nico had warned them. Going through the House of Hades would stir the demigods’ worst memories. Their ghosts would become restless. Nico may actually become a ghost if he has to shadow-travel with Reyna and Coach Hedge one more time. But that might be better than the alternative: allowing someone else to die, as Hades foretold.
Jason’s ghost is his mother, who abandoned him when he was little. He may not know how he is going to prove himself as a leader, but he does know he will not break promises like she did. He will complete his line of the prophecy: To storm or fire the world must fall.
Reyna fears the ghosts of her ancestors, who radiate anger. But she can’t allow them to distract her from getting the Athena Parthenos back to Camp Half-Blood before war breaks out between the Romans and Greeks. Will she have enough strength to succeed, especially with a deadly hunter on her trail?
Leo fears that his plan won’t work, that his friends might interfere. But there is no other way. All of them know that one of the Seven must die in order to defeat Gaea, the Earth Mother.
Piper must learn to give herself over to fear. Only then will she be able to do her part at the end: utter a single word.
After Livvy’s death, Ty kept to his room for weeks on end, paralyzed by grief. Of course, it was the room he’d shared with her, but at least he could feel she was there with him in spirit. Julian and Kit were the only ones he allowed in the room; they were the two people he trusted most outside of his twin.
Livvy. What happened at the council meeting in Idris was a hazy blur. But when she was hurt, he could feel it. It was a sharp pain repeatedly stabbing his heart. He had a hard time believing she was dead. Maybe that was because he couldn’t stop reliving what happened. It played over and over like a movie in his head. Not just a movie, a nightmare.
He lay on his bed, aching with exhaustion; he hadn’t been able to sleep well at all. To his right, Livvy’s bed remained unmade; no one could bear to touch anything of hers. It was as if she’d be coming back to clean up her side of the room. But he knew she wouldn’t be. Even though they were never able to become parabatai, Ty felt like part of himself, his other half, was missing now that she was gone.
He closed his eyes, hoping to relax and get a good night sleep for once, when he heard a knock at the door.
“Ty? Can I come in?”
Kit elbowed the door open, carrying an assortment of snacks. “Thought you might be hungry,” he said. “Do you mind if I sit on the bed?”
“Thanks for coming to check on me,” Ty said, sitting up. “You can sit with me. I could use the company.” Kit smiled and handed Ty a bag of chips, which Ty promptly ripped open.
“How are you?”
Ty, his mouth full of chips, politely swallowed before answering. “I – I really don’t know how to describe it. I can’t …” he started shaking uncontrollably, his hands searching for something solid to grasp. “Can you hold me like you did on the roof?”
“I’m sorry Ty. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Kit said, wrapping his arms around Tiberius. He looked so worn out. Kit couldn’t imagine what he must be going through right now. But he knew Ty needed someone, so that’s what he was there for.
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it,” Ty stammered. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you stayed with us.”
Kit was glad he decided to stay too. It was nice to feel wanted and loved. His dad had always left him to his own devices. And it seemed Ty cared for him as much as he cared for Ty.
Ty felt calmer. More calm than he had been in weeks. He craned his neck upward and kissed Kit’s cheek. Surprised, Kit responded with a kiss on Ty’s lips. He didn’t know what was happening, but it felt … good.
Until he remembered something.
“Wait – what if we want to be parabatai?”
“Oh, yeah, that,” Ty said. “I was thinking about it too. But all I know right now is I need you.” He laid back on his pillows and clutched Kit’s shirt, kissing him as if he were the last person on Earth.
Kit felt the heat. Maybe this was because he had a special connection with Ty. He didn’t mind exploring it; they needed each other.
Almost as soon as it had started, it was over. They lay next to each other on the bed, adrenaline still pumping. It was exhilarating. Ty rolled over to face Kit. “Can you stay here tonight?”
“Of course,” Kit said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
A Shadowhunter’s life is bound by duty. Constrained by honor. The word of a Shadowhunter is a solemn pledge, and no vow is more sacred than the vow that binds parabatai, warrior partners – sworn to fight together, die together, but never to fall in love.
Emma Carstairs has learned that the love she shares with Julian Blackthorn, her parabatai, isn’t just forbidden, it could destroy them both. She knows she should run from Julian. But how can she when the Blackthorns are threatened by enemies on all sides?
Their only hope is the Black Volume of the Black Volume of the Dead, a spell book of terrible power. Everyone wants it. Only the Blackthorns can find it. Spurred on by a dark bargain with the Seelie Queen, Emma; her best friend, Christina; and Mark and Julian Blackthorn journey into the Courts of Faerie, where glittering revels hide bloody danger and no promise can be trusted. Meanwhile, rising tension between Shadowhunters and Downworlders has produced the Cohort, an extremist group of Shadowhunters dedicated to registering Downworlders and “unsuitable” Nephilim. They’ll do anything in their power to expose Julian’s secrets and take the Los Angeles Institute for their own.
When Downworlders turn against the Clave, a new threat rises in the form of the Lord of Shadows – the Unseelie King, who sends his greatest warriors to slaughter those with Blackthorn blood and seize the Black Volume. As dangers close in, Julian devises a plan that depends on the cooperation of an unpredictable enemy. But success may come at a price he and Emma cannot even imagine, one that will bring with it a reckoning of blood that could have repercussions for every one and everything they hold dear.
Today marks the third year I’ve had this blog. It’s been fun for me. I never imagined I’d have as many followers as I do. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. It’s only going to get better from here.
The Institute’s doorbell rang loud and clear; they could feel the vibrations throughout.
The Blackthorns hadn’t been expecting anyone, so naturally everyone dropped what they were doing and crowded the foyer.
Diana was about to open the door when Tavvy bolted in front of her.
“I’ll get it!” he said, leaping for the ornate knob.
He opened it, backing up to reveal the entire doorway.
“Clary!” Emma ran towards her friend, almost knocking her over in a hug.
“Hey girly! Good to see you too!” Clary said as they separated from the embrace.
“Jace,” Julian clapped him on the shoulder, smiling. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, you know, just wanted to see how our old friends were doing. You’ve done a nice job with the Institute,” he said, marveling at the renovations.
Jace then spotted Kit, picking at his fingers in a corner of the kitchen.
“Ah, just the person I wanted to see,” Jace said, walking over. “Is there somewhere more private we can talk?”
Kit led Jace down the hall and up the stairs to the weapons room, which was across from the training room. It was where Kit felt most comfortable. It also happened to be where he and Jace first met.
“So what’s up?” Kit asked. Clary and Jace may have come to visit, but something told Kit there was more to it.
“Well-” Their roles seemed to be reversed. When they met the first time, it was Jace who had been confident, almost arrogant. Now, he was humble and nervous.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jace continued, hands in his pockets, avoiding eye contact. He hated getting touchy-feely unless it came to immediately family.
“I’m listening,” Kit said, curiosity peaked. He’d only met Jace a few times, but this seemed out of character for him.
“I was thinking about how we’re family, but I don’t know you that well. Would you … like to come to New York and hang out?”
Kit wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. He didn’t think Jace had a soft side.
“Sure,” he said shyly. He wasn’t going to turn it down. He’d never left Los Angeles, and he’d always wanted to travel. “But I don’t know if I can … The Blackthorns are my family now.”
“We’re not asking you to stay permanently. That’s your decision.” Clary walked in the room, moving to stand beside Jace. “My friend Simon has been pouring over Shadowhunter genealogies lately – maybe he’s found something on the Herondales.”
“That sounds cool. I’ll have to pack and say goodbye.” Kit said, turning to go back to his room.
“You don’t need to pack much – we have clothes and other necessities. But take whatever you think you might need,” Clary said.
An hour later, Kit was in the foyer again, saying his goodbyes. He didn’t think any place like the Institute could be his home, but that’s what it had become. Being a Shadowhunter was really actually cool. And he was ready to go on all the adventures this life had in store.