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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary,

    Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
    I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that.
    I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.
    All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me.
    The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go.
    I don't blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

    _Jace”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #2
    Joss Stirling
    “Xav!
    Got you. Not letting you go.
    I realised I wasn't alone in mental deep space; he had always been there and could pilot me home.”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #3
    Joss Stirling
    “Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna."
    "Wow. I must see this."
    "He was wearing her little apron and everything."
    "Got a camera?”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    I am so screwed.
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #5
    Joss Stirling
    “I've just had a really evil idea."
    "My favourite kind”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies.”
    -Jace about Simon, pg. 331-”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #7
    Joss Stirling
    “Zed and Sky had stayed behind and were chatting with Will, Sky sitting on Zed's knee as if nothing was going to get them apart again in a hurry. Victor and Uriel were playing cards at the kitchen table. Trace looked cute in an apron, chopping vegetables with a surgeon's precision.”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you."
    "Of course they are," he said. "I am stunningly attractive.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “It occurs to me," said Hodge, "that the dilemmas of power are
    always the same." Clary glanced at him sideways. "What do you mean?"
    She sat on the window seat in the library, Hodge in his chair with Hugo on
    the armrest. The remains of breakfast—sticky jam, toast crumbs, and
    smears of butter—clung to a stack of plates on the low table that no one
    had seemed inclined to clear away. After breakfast they had scattered to
    prepare themselves, and Clary had been the first one back. This was hardly
    surprising, considering that all she had to do was pull on jeans and a shirt
    and run a brush through her hair, while everyone else had to arm
    themselves heavily. Having lost Jace's dagger in the hotel, the only
    remotely supernatural object she had on her was the witchlight stone in her
    pocket.
    "I was thinking of your Simon," Hodge said, "and of Alec and Jace,
    among others."
    She glanced out the window. It was raining, thick fat drops spattering
    against the panes. The sky was an impenetrable gray. "What do they have
    to do with each other?"
    "Where there is feeling that is not requited," said Hodge, "there is an
    imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a
    wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist
    side by side."
    "Simon doesn't hate me."
    "He might grow to, over time, if he felt you were using him.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #10
    Joss Stirling
    “...I want you to be as happy as I am."
    "Trust me, that wouldn't be the case if I found myself shackled to Xav Benedict by a quirk of fate.”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “drive like hell was chasing you.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Joss Stirling
    “Hell-on-skis, can you hear me? This is flying cupcake.”
    Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

  • #13
    Joss Stirling
    “Sky, you can't ignore this!" He stood under the street lamp, sleet settling in his hair, hands fisted at his side. "You're mine - you have to be.”
    Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary: What are you doing here, anyway?
    Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-
    Clary: I'm going to bed.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #15
    Joss Stirling
    “Victor patted my hand. 'I like you, Sky. You're a fighter.'
    'I am, aren't I? Hear that, Zed? No more bambi comparisons. I'm a Rottweiler -with a temper.'
    'A very small Rottweiler,' said Zed, still not convinced.”
    Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground.
    "Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead."
    "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead."
    "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace.
    "Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “i would say it was nice to meet you, but the fact is it wasnt. in fact, it was quite awkward.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hey Baby.
    Baby? You're kidding me, right?
    I was trying it out. No?
    No.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #19
    Joss Stirling
    “I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it.
    'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you.”
    Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “First, the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order." -Jace Wayland”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't hate you, Jace."
    "I don't hate you, either."
    She looked up at him, relieved. "I'm glad to hear that—"
    "I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I—"
    Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket. "And you what?"
    "What do you think?" Jace shook his head. "Why should I tell you everything
    about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on a
    wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop."
    Clary's lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. "Do you think it's easy for me?" she demanded.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Maybe I could love you someday."
    If you ever do," he said, "come and let me know. You know where to find me."
    Her teeth were chattering harder. "I can't lose you, Simon. I can't."
    You never will. I'm not leaving you. But I'd rather have what we have, which is real and true and important, than have you pretend anything else. When I'm with you, I want to know I'm with the real you, the real Clary."
    She leaned her head against his, closing her eyes. He still felt like Simon, despite everything; still smelled like him, like his laundry soap. "Maybe I don't know who that is."
    But I do.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “We came to see Jace. Is he alright?"
    "I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #24
    Joss Stirling
    “You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful.”
    Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Pain lanced through his neck. He gasped and his eyes flew open; Simon was sitting up on him, staring down with wide eyes, his hand across his own mouth. Simon's wounds were gone, though fresh blood stained the front of his shirt.
    Jace could feel the pain of his bruised shoulders again, the slash across his wrist, his punctured throat. He could no longer hear his heart beating, but he knew it was slamming away inside his chest.
    Simon took his hand away from his mouth. The fangs were gone. "I could have killed you," he said. There was a sort of pleading in his voice.
    "I would have let you," said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace, tu as vu comment ces filles, elle te regardent?"
    "C'est normal je suis beau à tomber.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Joss Stirling
    “I'm not a little woman you need to defend.'
    His face hardened. 'That's exactly what you are: you're my little woman and I'm not having you sacrifice yourself for me.”
    Joss Stirling, Stealing Phoenix

  • #28
    Joss Stirling
    “like Belgian chocolate—absolutely sinful and completely irresistible’.”
    Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Well, I’m not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I’d rather stay down here and rot."
    "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever’s an awfully long time."
    Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes



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