the-dark-mark

Here are some notes from when Mark talked about Dark during the livestream!!!

  • he doesn’t obey the laws of physics (like Warfstache)
  • separate entity from Mark
  • admires what Mark has accomplished
  • social manipulator
  • wants to give you a false sense of security
  • wants you to trust him
  • only wants to take advantage of you
  • creepy and scary
  • seductive
  • masking a burning rage that breaks through his suave nature
  • he’s not your friend, he’s here to use you
  • not entirely kept together
  • the yell was his shell cracking
  • high pitched ringing is by design - discomfort/ pain
  • somewhat inspired by G-Man from Half Life
  • interdimensional being - not human
  • learning how to puppet a human body, but he’s good at it
  • seems trustworthy but definitely isn’t
  • opposite of Mark - “the fucking worst”
  • doesn’t have a shadow
snippet from LoS 5/23/17

Snippet from Lord of Shadows - unexpected alliances…


Lord of Shadows

Kieran muttered something under his breath and said, “I will swear loyalty to Mark. I will do as he bids me do, and follow the Nephilim for his sake. And I shall argue with Prince Adaon for your cause, though it is his choice in the end.”

Something flickered in Julian’s eyes. “No,” he said. “You will not do this for Mark.”

Mark looked at his brother, startled; Kieran’s expression tensed. “Why not Mark?”

“Love complicates things,” said Julian. “An oath should be free of entanglements.”

Kieran looked as if he might explode. His hair had gone com- pletely black. With an angry look at Julian, he strode toward the Shadowhunters—and knelt in front of Cristina.

Everyone looked surprised, none more than Cristina. Kieran tossed his dark hair back and looked up at her, a challenge in his eyes. “I swear fealty to you, Lady of Roses.”

lord of shadows snippet

They were far out from shore now—it was a shining line in the distance, the highway a ribbon of moving lights, the houses and restaurants along the coastline glimmering. “Well, as it turns out, my parents didn’t die in the ocean.” Emma took a shuddering breath. “They didn’t drown.”

“Knowing that doesn’t wipe out years of bad dreams.” Julian glanced toward her. The wind blew soft tendrils of his hair against his cheekbones. She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said, and for a moment even she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “I hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak.”

“Emma, everyone’s afraid of something.” Julian moved slightly closer. “We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you don’t feel anything.”

“Jules—” She started to turn toward him in surprise at the intensity in his voice, but paused when she heard Cristina’s footsteps quicken, and then her voice, raised in recognition, calling:

“Mark!”