Teaser #2
"I think," Jace said, "that you don’t want to tell your secrets, so you decided to break up with Alec because..."
Teaser #3
"No killing," Jordan said. "We're trying to make you feel peaceful, so you don't go up in flames. Blood, killing, war, those
are all non-peaceful things. Isn't there anything else you like? Rainforests? Chirping birds?"
"Weapons," said Jace. "I like weapons."
"I'm starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philosophy here."
Jace leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground. "I'm a warrior," he said. "I was brought up as a warrior. I didn't have toys, I
had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated
pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn't sandy beaches or
chirping birds in rainforests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win."
Jordan looked at him levelly. "So you're saying that what brings you peace... is war."
"Now you get it."
Teaser #4
"We shouldn't," protested Isabelle. "The Clave has a plan."
"The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple," said Jace.
Alec blinked up at them. "Jace is right."
Isabelle turned on her brother. "What do you know? You weren't even paying attention."
"I was," Alec said, injured. "I said Jace was right."
"Yeah, but there's like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that's not proof you were listening," said Jace.
"That's just a good guess."
Teaser #5
Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. “What do you care if Alec’s miserable?”
“What do I care?” Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. “Of course I care
about Alec; he’s my best friend, my parabatai. And he’s unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers
everywhere, you haven’t done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead—“
“He’s not dead.”

Shadowhunter童谣:
Teaser #11
Black for hunting through the night
For death and mourning the color's white
Gold for a bride in her wedding gown
And red to call the enchantment down
White silk when our bodies burn
Blue banners when the lost return
Flame for the birth of a Nephilim
And to wash away our sins.
Gray for the knowledge best untold
Bone for those who don't grow old
Saffron lights the victory march
Green to mend our broken hearts
Silver for the demon towers
And bronze to summon wicked powers
-Shadowhunter children's rhyme

Teaser #12
They landed at Simon's feet. "Take your clothes and go!" Isabelle shouted.
Teaser #13
"Why did he kiss you?" she said.
Teaser #14
He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.
Teaser #15
"He's not feeling well," Clary said, catching at Simon's wrist. "We're going."
"No," Simon said. "No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor."
Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as he held it up between himself and Simon. "I speak to the Night's Children Council representative, or to the head of the New York clan," he said. "Not to any vampire who comes to knock at my door—"
Simon reached out and plucked the cross out of Robert's hand. "Wrong religion," he said.
Teaser #16
“Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead.”
Teaser #17
a rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar
Teaser #18
“Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.”
Teaser #19
The way Magnus' breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he'd said his father's name.
Teaser #20
Alec pulled his knees up to his chest and looked thoughtfully at Jace. “I know,” he said. “I’m not jealous. I always knew, from the first, that everyone thought you were better than me. My dad thought it. The Clave thought it. Izzy and Max looked up to you as the great warrior they wanted to be like. But the day you asked me to be your parabatai, I knew you meant that you trusted me enough to ask me to help you. You were telling me that you weren’t this lone and self-sufficient warrior able to do everything alone. You needed me. So I realized that there was one person who didn’t assume you were better than me. You.”

Teaser #21
Not much had changed at Magnus’s since the first time Jace had been there. Jace used an open rune to get through the front door and took the stairs, buzzing Magnus’s apartment bell. It was safer that way because Magnus could be playing video games naked or really anything. Magnus yanked the door open, looking furious. He was wearing a black silk dressing gown, his feet were bare, his dark hair was tangled, “What are you doing here?”
“My,” said Jace, “You’re so unwelcoming.”
“That’s because you’re not welcome.”
“I thought we were friends,” said Jace.
“No, you’re Alec’s friend, Alec was my boyfriend so I had to put up with you. But now he’s not my boyfriend so I don’t have to put up with you.”
“I think you should get back together with Alec,” said Jace.
Magnus looked at him, “And why is that?”
Teaser #22
A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.
Teaser #23
Jem: Come in.
Jace: Where's Brother Zachariah?
Jem: I'm right here. Jace Herondale. And once more a Herondale is the object of my deliverance. I should have anticipated.
Teaser #24
"Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?"
Teaser #25
The Frays had never been a religiously observant family, but Clary loved Fifth Avenue at Christmas time. The air smelled like sweet roasted chestnuts, and the window displays sparkled with silver and blue, green and red. This year there were fat round crystal snowflakes attached to each lamppost, sending back the winter sunlight in shafts of gold. Not to mention the huge tree at Rockefeller Center. It threw its shadow across them as she and Simon draped themselves over the gate at the side of the skating rink, watching tourists fall down as they tried to navigate the ice.
Clary had a hot chocolate wrapped in her hands, the warmth spreading through her body. She felt almost normal—this, coming to Fifth to see the window displays and the tree, had been a winter tradition for her and Simon for as long as she could remember.
“Feels like old times, doesn’t it?” he said, echoing her thoughts as he propped his chin on his folded arms.
She chanced a sideways look at him. He was wearing a black topcoat and scarf that emphasized the winter pallor of his skin. His eyes were shadowed, indicating that he hadn’t fed on blood recently. He looked like what he was—a hungry, tired vampire.
Well, she thought. Almost like old times. “More people to buy presents for,” she said. “Plus, the always traumatic what-to-buy-someone-for-the-first-Christmas-after-you've-started-dating question.”
“What to get the Shadowhunter who has everything,” Simon said with a grin.
“Jace mostly likes weapons,” Clary sighed. “He likes books, but they have a huge library at the Institute. He likes classical music …” She brightened. Simon was a musician; even though his band was terrible, and was always changing their name—currently they were Lethal Soufflé—he did have training. “What would you give someone who likes to play the piano?”
“A piano.”
“Simon.”
“A really huge metronome that could also double as a weapon?”
Clary sighed, exasperated.
“Sheet music. Rachmaninoff is tough stuff, but he likes a challenge.”
“Now you're talking. I’m going to see if there's a music store around here.” Clary, done with her hot chocolate, tossed the cup into a nearby trash can and pulled her phone out. “What about you? What are you giving Isabelle?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” Simon said. They had started heading toward the avenue, where a steady stream of pedestrians gawking at the windows clogged the streets.
“Oh, come on. Isabelle’s easy.”
“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” Simon’s brows drew together. “I think. I’m not sure. We haven’t discussed it. The relationship, I mean.”
“You really have to DTR, Simon.”
“What?”
“Define the relationship. What it is, where it’s going. Are you boyfriend and girlfriend, just having fun, ‘it’s complicated,’ or what? When’s she going to tell her parents? Are you allowed to see other people?”
Simon blanched. “What? Seriously?”
“Seriously. In the meantime—perfume!” Clary grabbed Simon by the back of his coat and hauled him into a cosmetics store that had once been a bank. It was massive on the inside, with rows of gleaming bottles everywhere. “And something unusual,” she said, heading for the fragrance area. “Isabelle isn’t going to want to smell like everyone else. She’s going to want to smell like figs, or vetiver, or—”
“Figs? Figs have a smell?” Simon looked horrified; Clary was about to laugh at him when her phone buzzed. It was her mother.
where are you? It’s an emergency.

Teaser #27
“Julian,” said Jia, in the same gentle voice, “would you do something for us? Would you take up the Mortal Sword?”
Clary sat up straight. She had held the Mortal Sword: she had felt the weight of it. The cold, like hooks in your skin, dragging the truth out of you. You couldn’t lie holding the Mortal Sword, but the truth, even a truth you wanted to tell, was agony. “They can’t,” she whispered. “He’s just a kid —”
“He’s the oldest of the kids who escaped the Institute,” Jace said under his breath. “They don’t have a choice.”
Julian nodded, his thin shoulders straight. “I’ll take it.”
Robert Lightwood passed behind the podium then and went to the table. He took up the sword and returned to stand in front of Julian. The contrast between them was almost funny: the big, barrel-chested man and the lanky, wild-haired boy.
Julian reached a hand up and took the sword. As his hand closed around the hilt, he shuddered, a ripple of pain that was quickly forced down. Emma, behind him, started forward, and Clary caught a glimpse of the look on her face — pure fury — before Helen caught at her and pulled her back.
Teaser #28
Julian's skin was cold, as if he'd been leaning out the window into the night air. She turned his hand and drew with her finger on his bare forearm. It was something they’d done since they were small children and didn't want to get caught talking during lessons. Over the years they'd gotten so good at it that they could map out detailed messages on each other's hands, arms, even their shoulders through their T-shirts.
D-I-D Y-O-U E-A-T? she spelled out.
Julian shook his head, still staring at Livvy and Ty. His curls were sticking up in tufts as if he’d been raking his hands through his hair. She felt his fingers, light on her upper arm. N-O-T H-U-N-G-R-Y.
Teaser #29
Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped bare, their leafless branches making lace-like patterns against the bright sky.
Sometimes Jace would slow the horse to point out the manor houses of the richer Shadowhunter families, hidden from the road when the trees were full but revealed now. She felt his shoulders tense as they passed one that nearly melded with the forest around it: it had clearly been burned and rebuilt. Some of the stones still bore the black marks of smoke and fire. "The Blackthorn manor," he said. "Which means that around this bend in the road is…" He paused as Wayfarer summited a small hill, and reined him in so they could look down to where the road split in two. One direction led back toward Alicante — Clary could see the demon towers in the distance — while the other curled down toward a large building of mellow golden stone, surrounded by a low wall. "… the Herondale manor," Jace finished.
The wind picked up; icy, it ruffled Jace's hair. Clary had her hood up, but he was bare-headed and bare-handed, having said he hated wearing gloves when horseback riding. He liked to feel the reins in his hands. "Did you want to go and look at it?" she asked.
His breath came out in a white cloud. "I'm not sure."
Teaser #30
"And I suppose you know who Magnus' father is?" Luke said.
"I paid a lot of money once to find it out," Raphael said.

#TMITuesday
1: April 15, 2014 - Cassandra Clare reveals 3 COHF secrets
"There are two weddings in City of Heavenly Fire to look out for."
"There is a cameo from at least one character from the Infernal Devices."
"And we return, at least for a little while, to the homeland of the Shadowhunters, Idris..."
2: April 22, 2014 - First look at Alec and Isabelle
"Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more. Maybe we're not so different that way." - Alec
"As if we'd have sex in a cave surrounded by hordes of demons. This is reality, not your fevered imagination." - Isabelle

May 6, 2014 - First look at Maia and Simon
"Some people see a power vacuum and they want to fill it. They don't care who they hurt." - Maia
"'Kind of looks like something out of World of Warcraft, doesn't it?' he said, gesturing around them at the blasted landscape, the ash-torn sky. 'Only, you can't just turn it off to get away.'" - Simon

吧里哪位大神敢请他来帮忙翻译一下...?

果然Cassie！！Sebastian也有人喜欢了！！

emmm... 英文渣, 但试著译了一下....
#1
Alec不可置信的看向那些碎片, “You broke my phone ” <-这句不用译吧..?
Jace耸耸肩, “*男人是不会让其他男人一直打电话给别的男人的, ok,这话说得有问题, 但朋友是不会让自己的好友一直打给他的前度然后又挂掉, 你必须停止, 我是认真的。”
Alec生气地说:”所以你摔坏了我的新电话?谢谢啊~”
Jace*开朗地笑了,然后躺回草地上, “不用客气。”
* “Guys don’t letother guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong.” 这句不会译啊, 英文渣TAT
*原文是serenely, 找到的意思, 都是什麼安详,沉著,晴朗,都不太对劲的感觉……所以把它译成开朗了……

感谢LZ整理啦～～期待全文啊～～

teaser太多我都懒得看了!!!等书

Teaser#2
"I think," Jace said, "that you don’t want to tell your secrets,so you decided to break up with Alec because..."
“我认为,”Jace说, “你不想说你的秘密, 所以你决定跟Alec分手, 因为……”
Teaser#3
“没有杀戮。”Jordan说, “我们正尝试让你感到安宁, *这样你才不会烧起来。血液, 杀戮, 战争, 这些都不是和平的东西。你还喜欢什麼?热带雨林?叽叽喳喳的小鸟? ”
“武器。”Jace说, “我喜欢武器。”
“我开始认为我们在个人哲学方面有分歧。”
Jace凑上前, 他的手掌平坦的贴在地上,“我是个战士。”他说。 “我从小就被培养成一个战士。我没有玩具, 只有武器。在我满五岁前,木制的剑一直陪著我睡。我的第一本书是用金,银等彩色图案装饰的中世纪魔鬼学,我学会的第一首歌是用来驱逐恶魔的圣咏。我知道什麼会为我带来平静, 那不是沙滩或在热带雨林中叽叽喳喳的小鸟。我想要的是武器和取得胜利的策略。”Jace漠然的看著他。
“所以, 你是说, 战争能为你带来平静?”
“Now you get it.”
*这样你才不会烧起来 <-应该是指Jace一激动的话体内的天火就会失控吧.

我也翻译一下吧...
Teaser #3
“不要想杀来杀去的，” Jordan说。“我们想要试着让你感到平静，那样你才不会烧起来。血、杀戮、战争——那些都不是和平的事。难道你没有其他感兴趣的？热带雨林？鸟叫声？”
“武器。” Jace说。“我喜欢武器。”
“我开始觉得我们这儿有一个个人人生观的问题。”
Jace向前倾，手掌撑着地板。“我是个战士，”他说。“我从小被培育成一个战士。我没有玩具，我有的只是武器。我五岁前都是抱着木剑睡觉的。我的第一本书就是中世纪魔鬼学的插图本。我学的第一首歌就是驱邪的咒语。我知道什么能让我感到平静，那不是阳光海滩或者雨林中的鸟叫。我需要的是手里的武器以及一个能带来胜利的战略。”
Jordan平坦地看着他。“所以你就是说能让你感到安宁的就是...战争。”
“现在你懂了。”
Teaser #4
“我们不应该那样，”Isabelle反对道。“Clave已经有计划了。”
“Clave的智商总共也就一个菠萝那么高，” 说道Jace.
Alec眨了眨眼。“Jace说的是对的。”
Isabelle对上了她哥哥。“你又知道什么？你都没专心听我们再说什么。”
“我有，”Alec受伤地说。“我说Jace是对的。”
“没错，但大部分时间，我有90%的几率是正确的，所以这没法证明你在好好听，”Jace说。“那只不过是个较准确的猜测罢了。”
Teaser #5
Magnus翻了个身躺着，把脚搁在沙发扶手上。“Alec伤心你管什么？”
“我管什么？”Jace叫道，响得都把Chairman Meow从沙发上吓得摔了下来落在地上。“我当然要管。我担心Alec；他是我最好的朋友，我的parabati。他现在一点都开心。而且你看起来也不怎么地。外卖盒子到处都是，你对你这地方一点修整装修都没做，你的猫看起来像死了一样——”
“它可没死。”