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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."
    She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?"
    "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you," he said, "and how after that I couldn't forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institue. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you sitting on that couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me-- I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it--it had never been like that for me before. I'd always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick's and I knew.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're just worried they'll hire a male instructor and he'll be hotter than you."
    Jace's eyebrows went up. "Hotter than me?"
    "It could happen," Clary said, "You know, theoretically."
    "Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that either. Some things," Jace said, with his customary crooked smile, "are just too unlikely to dwell upon.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary- not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to."
    ~Jace Wayland”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-"
    "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “I get the feeling," Alec said, and smiled, "she hasn't forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it."
    "Good girl," said Jace with appreciation.
    "I didn't betray you, idiot."
    "It's the thought that counts.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “This is about Tessa. I knew it was."
    Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of this face. "Not just her."
    "But you love her."
    Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think i would never love anyone, but I love her.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “He’s very pretty. For a human.”
    “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.”
    “Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?"
    Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?"
    "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly."
    "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?"
    "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded.
    “I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.” Clary licked her dry lips. “Well, you did,” she said. “Kiss me, I mean.”
    He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair.
    “Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “You don't get to decide," she said, "where I go, or when."
    "I know." His voice was ragged. "I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows "Boo", he said. Jace was grinning. "Come on,surely you've got a phobia or two. What scares you?" Alec thought for a moment. "Spiders," he said. Clary turned to Luke. "Have you got a spider anywhere?"
    Luke looked exasperated. "Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?"
    No offense," Jace said, "but you kind of do.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “And then there was you. You changed everything I believed in. You know that line from Dante that I quoted to you in the park? 'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle'?"

    Her lips curled a little at the sides as she looked up at him. "I still don't speak Italian."

    "It's a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso - Dante's Paradise. 'My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.' Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to - that I loved you, and you loved me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose.
    She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know how to use that--"
    He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. "You'd learn." He dropped his voice. "It's in your blood."
    She drew her hand back slowly. "All right."
    "I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in," Isabelle offered. "I've got tons."
    "CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt —
    “Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.”
    “We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.”
    She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.”
    When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.”
    “How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting.
    “Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “I'm not an angel, Jace," she repeated. "I don't return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her. . . He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seemed to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough —”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead."
    "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face.
    "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."
    Simon, Clary, and Jace, pg. 115”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Take off your shirt."
    Jace raised his eyebrows.
    "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning."
    "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls



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