Chain of Gold (The Last Hours, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

“Cordelia wants to be a hero,” said Anna. “One cannot do that by staying at home stitching samplers.”

Lucie had been electrified, especially when he came to pay a call on the Institute and chat with Will and Tessa. She said he had hair the color of salt and eyes the color of violets and she had been in love with him for almost a week, her letters full of nothing else.

HAH! But same

“We can,” Matthew said. “We are simply told we shouldn’t. Do not confuse conditioning with a native inability.” “Do you create, Matthew?” asked Cordelia, looking at him sharply. “Do you draw, or paint, or pen poetry?” “Lucie writes,” said Matthew, his eyes like dark water. “I thought she wrote for you, sometimes.”

Matthew was making her nervous.

Heheheheh

“A lapidary phrase is one that is worth carving into stone,” said Matthew, “and preserving forever—a wise saying such as ‘we are dust and shadows,’ or alternately, any words that come out of my mouth.”

It was him! The man from the inn! She recognized his handsome face, his radiant green eyes.

Now who could this be…

“Other than mocking and humiliating me? I’m so glad!” Jesse ignored

Okay why am I shipping this now. Cassandra why did you give a dead man rizz

“No, Papa,” she said. “Everything is all right.” He looked at the manuscript pages scattered all over the rug. “Spot of writer’s block, Lulu?”

He calls her Lulu!? Ugh William 🥲🥲

Were you not one, after you became parabatai with Uncle Jem?” “A better Shadowhunter and a better man,” said Will. “All the best of me, I learned from Jem and your mother. All I want for you and Cordelia is to have what I had, a friendship that shall shape all your days. And never to be parted.”

Facts

Will sighed. “Get some sleep, fy nghariad bach.

I love when you can see those Welsh roots

“You’re just lucky I didn’t tell him you were here,” she said. “He would have believed me. And if he thought there was a boy in his daughter’s room, he would have figured out how to tear him limb from limb, even if he couldn’t see him.”

Now this I believe

They will go forth to find Grace and retrieve her,” said Jesse.

So are these new demon sightings just her watch dogs?

They ought to just become vampires, she thought. It would be less expensive. “What’s that little smile of yours?” Matthew inquired. “You look as if you’re about to laugh.”

Ugh ☺️☺️ Mom I love him! He notices EVERYTHING

“It doesn’t mean that,” Matthew said. “It means unusually pretty. Oddly beautiful. It denotes having a face with character.” His gaze traveled from the top of her hair to the tips of her shoes. “Like you have.”

*spits out my water*

I think too much and I drink too much. That is always my problem.”

Cordelia wondered how many people had seen Matthew grinning over a drink and failed to spot him watching them with those dark green eyes.

The girl who notices everything and the boy who notices everything = 🥰

“That hardly makes sense,” said Cordelia. “Surely if you do not think, you cannot be interesting.”

Ooo she’s my favorite too

I let you come to my salon because you amuse me, Matthew Fairchild. Because you are a child—a silly and beautiful child, who touches the fire because it is lovely, and forgets that it will burn him.

Oooooo what a line