“Chain of Iron” —- The Alternate Endings!

Author’s Note: Soooo, I just finished reading “Chain of Iron” by Cassandra Clare. 

I have thoughts.

I have thoughts and so many feelings about the ending.

On the one hand, it makes sense. I would probably end it the same way, more or less, because drama. And drama’s gotta drama. 

Besides, if the whole James and Cordelia tension was resolved in Book 2, it would be anti-climatic or something. That sort of thing calls for a Book 3 resolution. So, yeah. I get it.

STILL! I couldn’t help thinking about what an alternative ending would be like. And, of course, I had some ideas…..

(Some spoilers ahead. Please consider yourself warned.)

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James had reached the entryway. He flung open the front door, letting in a blast of cold air—and found himself staring into Grace’s ice-blue eyes. He stood frozen in shock as she threw herself into his arms.

“James,” Grace drew back a little, though her fingers were still laced behind his neck. “I came as soon as I got the message. I had to tell you, darling,” she went on, her gray eyes wide and earnest. “I am going to end it with Charles. I cannot bear it anymore, James. I will not marry him. There was never anyone for me but you.”

He pried her arms off his neck. “Uhhh. That’s nice for you. But you are talking to the King Of Disinterest.” He put his hand on her face and shoved her out the door. “Bye.” He promptly closed it.

Grace stared at the closed door, flummoxed and in shock. This was not the response she’d been expecting.

*****

OR….

James had reached the entryway. He flung open the front door, letting in a blast of cold air—-and found himself staring into Grace’s ice-blue eyes. “Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nope.”

He closed the door in her face and went back upstairs to proclaim his love to his wife.

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OR…(to back up a little…)

Cordelia’s brow furrowed; she looked enchantingly puzzled. “I know you would do anything to help your friends. But I cannot rely on you so completely, cannot behave as if this were a real marriage. It is not. We both must remember that.”

“It is real.” he said roughly. “What we have is a real marriage.”

She looked at him squarely. “Can you say you feel the same for me as you have felt about her? About Grace?”

“No!” he said almost savagely. “I do NOT feel about you at all as I feel about Grace. How I ever felt for Grace.”

Cordelia looked stunned. “Well! How about you explain what you mean by that?”

“I think I should, because that came out all wrong.”

There was a knock on the front door.

“Oh.” Cordelia said. “You should go answer that first. It might be your father.”

James thought about it. “My father is Will Herondale. If he wants to get in here that badly, he’ll find a way in. You and I need to have this conversation first.”

Cordelia nodded. “Okay.”

And James never answered the door, much to Grace’s disappointment.

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