Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices Book 3)

by Cassandra Clare

“And you—” “Oh, in the name of the Angel!” Will pushed past her; Jem, with a smile at Tessa, followed. “You cannot be other than Will’s sister,” said Tatiana to Cecily as the boys vanished into the distance. Tessa she pointedly ignored.

"red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a weasley" come on cassie be real.

“Cecily, what could you possibly have been—” “That was one of the bravest things I’ve seen a Shadowhunter do,” interrupted Gabriel. He was not looking at Will but at Cecily, with a mixture of surprise and something else in his expression.

Jem was leaning against the side of the Institute’s carriage, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper. Will stood beside him, his hand tightly gripping Jem’s shoulder. Tessa knew as she hurried toward them that it was not just a brotherly gesture. His grip would be much of what was keeping Jem upright.

If jem fucking dies and he says "at least i saw you in your wedding dress" ill kill myself

I were getting married in a slaughterhouse,” she allowed. “Ah, well. I did not like this one very much as it was. Much too gaudy.” “I thought you looked beautiful.” His voice was soft. Tessa laid her head against his shoulder. “There will be another time,” she said. “Another day, another dress. A time when you are well and everything is perfect.” His voice was still gentle, but it held a terrible weariness. “There is no such thing as perfect, Tessa.”

This is foreboding

He will die anyway. And the sooner he dies, the sooner you can have his fiancée, the one you’re in love with.” He cut his amused gaze toward Tessa. “Really you ought to be counting with great eagerness the days till he expires.”

The drama this man causes is absolutely insane lmfao

“What’s a gewgaw?” Gabriel asked, blinking owlishly down at the epistle he had just helped compose. Actually, Gideon had dictated most of it; Gabriel had merely moved the pen across the page. He was beginning to suspect that behind his brother’s dour facade lay an unsung comic genius.

.... These boys are funny

Pray write back to me a letter containing relevant information. I devoutly hope such a letter will also be one more befitting Shadowhunters and less Bedlamites.

I know they are shadowhunters, however you are speaking to 15/16 and 18 year old children...

She must be stopped before it is too late and many brave Shadowhunters have fallen by the wayside for lack of feminine care.

I am crying they are geniuses

“Ni jue de tong man, qin ai de?”

Cassandra, if youre going to use real languages in you book, use the real accents on the words please

“It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.” She leaned forward and touched his face lightly, the smooth skin over his hard cheekbone, his hair like feathers against the back of her hand. “I saw rivers, boats like flowers, all the colors of the night sky.”

She has synesthesia... Why am i only realizing this now...

“Henry,” she sobbed audibly, clutching at his lapels. “Help me, Henry. Get me inside the Institute, please—”

Jessamine i do not trust u babe...

“Sophie says everyone is still searching for a cure for me. I know I gave Will my permission, but I want everyone to cease looking now, Charlotte. It is over.”

I knew he wouldnt make it to the wedding. Once he saw her in the dress i knew

“Jem has made a decision,” she said. “He wishes us to cease searching for a cure. He has had the last of the yin fen; there is no more, and it is a matter of hours now. I have summoned the Silent Brothers. It is time to say good-bye.”

I cannot believe jem would take death before will came back honestly im upset for will...

With wet hands he seized at his lapels and jerked the shirt open. In the dim light that spilled from the inn, he could see that his parabatai rune, just over his heart, was bleeding. His hands were covered in blood, blood mixed with rain, the same rain that was washing the blood away from his chest, showing the rune as it began to fade from black to silver, changing all that had been sense in Will’s life into nonsense. Jem was dead.

If i do not see a body, hes not actually dead... Im still sad nevertheless

of course—she could not help it—she missed Jem and Will.

Yikes girl..

“I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me,” Will said, his bloody hand on the hilt of the dagger. “And you are still with me. When I breathe, I will think of you, for without you I would have been dead years ago. When I wake up and when I sleep, when I lift up my hands to defend myself or when I lie down to die, you will be with me. You say we are born and born again. I say there is a river that divides the dead and the living. What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.” Will took a deep breath and let go of the knife. He drew his hand back. The cut on his palm was already healing—the result of the half dozen iratzes on his skin. “You hear that, James Carstairs? We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.”

This is beautiful :(((((

He is absolutely capable of fabrication in order to aid his cause.

AID HIS CAUSE TO WHAT?! SAVING THE SHADOWHUNTER RACE FROM TOTAL ANNIHILATION BY DEMON ROBOTS MADE BY A MAN WHO HATES SHADOWHUNTERS?! Yes consul you are so correct, charlotte is silly pregant woman who has no brain and must be dumb. I hate you i cannot wait until you are shunned.

“Dw i’n dy garu di am byth,”

Even among everything else that was happening, Cecily felt a shock go through her. Brother Zachariah was—Jem.

ARE YOU FUCKING ME ?! THIS LIL BABE IVE KNOWN ALL ALONG IS FUCKING JEM?! Im sobbing

“When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you,”

I M S O B B I N G....

“I would rather not leave your side. Unless you wish me to.” Tessa let her gaze fall to the bedside table, where the books she had been reading before the automaton attack on the Institute—it felt like a thousand years ago—lay stacked. “You could read to me,” she said. “If you would not mind.” Will looked up at that and smiled. It was a raw, strange smile, but it was real, and it was Will. Tessa smiled back. “I do not mind,” he said. “Not at all.”

Will’s soft voice filled the room, along with the muted glow of the light from the fire in the grate. Tessa was lying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will’s voice as he read. It was a tenderness so intimate and so profound that Charlotte stepped away immediately, letting the door fall noiselessly shut behind her.

WHAT THE FUCK IM SUCH A ABY RN

I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world. . . .”

Christmas among Shadowhunters was not Christmas as Tessa had come to know it. There were no advent wreaths, no carols sung, no Christmas crackers. There was a tree, though it was not decorated in the traditional fashion.

Okay miss yule ball we get it

Will had not approached her again, not said he loved her, not asked if she loved him since the day Jem had left.

you better be lying you bitch no fucking way

Both Cecily and Gabriel had seen Will on the day he died, as had Sophie, though Gideon had himself passed away several years before.

nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Their oldest child, James,

i am miserable. Jace and clary literally do not even hold a candle to this ive never cried this much fuck you cassie clare u bitch