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Jem and Tessa.
my parents
when you see Tessa again, and you will, she can tell you about Will Herondale. And James Herondale.
You’re fifteen years old. You might think you want to die, but trust me—you don’t.”
jace 🥺
When people die, our dreams of what they could be die with them. Even if ours is the hand that ends them.”
“The tentacle is starting to dissolve.” “You drive me wild with your sexy talk,” said Jace,
Every warlock must give their information to the Clave and be tracked.
oh i HATE this bitch
“You’re Kit Herondale,” she said. “The lost Herondale.” “I didn’t realize I was lost,” said Kit. “I never felt lost.”
this kid is so funny
“When a decision like that is made by a government, it emboldens those who are already prejudiced to speak their deepest thoughts of hate. They assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks.”
“Absolutely. We’ll be able to propose it as Law immediately, and once it passes, we can begin the identifications.” Zara’s eyes glittered. “Every Downworlder will wear the sign.”
it’s giving hitlers germany
Kit’s stomach lurched. This was close enough to mundane history to make him taste bile in the back of his throat.
oh yeah no he’s got it
“What kind of Herondale will you be?” Arthur whispered. “William or Tobias? Stephen or Jace? Beautiful, bitter, or both?”
“Weasel Face, you’re surprisingly helpful when you want to be.” “I wish you would not be so familiar,” Kieran said disapprovingly.
Lord of Shadows’
roll credits !!
The London Institute
london institute you will always be iconic
though there were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.
Julian was the kind of person who could descend into Hell and come out with the devil himself owing him a favor.
Kit stared. He was absolutely sure she hadn’t been standing there a moment ago. She was blond, very young, and—translucent. He could see the wallpaper right through her. He couldn’t help himself. He yelled.
jessamine lovelace slay
Photographs of a group of four boys, at various stages of their lives. They seemed a lively bunch. Two of them—one blond, one dark-haired—were together in almost every photo, their arms slung around each other, both laughing. There was a girl with brown hair who looked a great deal like Tessa, but wasn’t Tessa. And then there was Tessa, looking exactly the same, with a gorgeously handsome man in his late twenties. The famous Will Herondale, Emma guessed. And there was a girl, with dark red hair and brown skin, and a serious look.
shut UP
I have done everything to get your attention outside of smacking one of you in the head with a Ouija board.”
“It’s better that I haven’t seen him. It means he’s gone on. He’s at peace.” “Gone on where?” Kit raised his head. “Is he in Heaven? I mean, it seems so unlikely.” “Christopher!” Jessamine sounded shocked.
Evelyn Highsmith sniffed. “In my time, children were seen and not heard, and they certainly did not complain.”
go fuck yourself
“The minute you leave, Livvy and Ty start treating me like a servant.” “Servants get paid,” Ty observed.
To Kit, bust only meant one thing, but since the only breasts in the room belonged to Ty’s sister, he stepped aside with alacrity.
“Finish them,” said Barnabas, and his pack of werewolves, as well as a few of the onlookers, sprang toward them.
where’s jem and tessa when you need them
“The Herondales have always been famous for their good looks,” said Bridget, “but if you ask me, the Lightwoods are the more sexually charismatic of the bunch.” Alec spit out his tea. Magnus seemed to be keeping a straight face, but with an effort.
“According to Jia, the Institute is temporarily in Alec’s charge.” “They’ve been trying to lumber me with an Institute somewhere for years,” said Alec. “Jia must be thrilled.”
SLAYYYYYYYY
She was carrying a plate of scones that Bridget had made. When she’d asked for a whole plate of them, Bridget had giggled at something it seemed clear only she remembered,
“It might be time to summon the Silent Brothers,”
what if we summoned a FORMER silent brother
“No one can kill one of the Riders of Mannan,”
have i got a surprise for you
Emma and Julian scrambled out of the bed. They were both mostly dressed, but Magnus was looking at them as if he’d caught them in flagrante.
he has GOT to stop doing that
“You’re suggesting we burn down Blackthorn Manor?” said Ty, his eyebrows up around his hairline. “Oddly,” Magnus muttered, “you wouldn’t be the first people ever to have that idea.”
“It is,” said Emma. “You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war.” “Emma!” “Hot faerie threesome,” said Emma cheerfully. “I can say I knew you when.”
A memory teased the edge of Kit’s consciousness. Being very young, sick with the flu, feverish in the night, and someone sleeping by the side of his bed. His father? It must have been. Who else could it have been but his father, but certainty eluded him. No. He wouldn’t think about it. It had been a part of his earlier life; he was someone now who had friends who would sleep by his bed if he was sick. For however long that lasted, he would appreciate
SHUT UP
You’re hot, you’re skilled, you’re a Carstairs.
“Impressive,” said Emma. “You’ve got talent, Samantha. Real talent.” Samantha looked surprised. “You think so?” “God, no,” said Emma.
“How would you suggest we arrange that? Jump off a cliff together when one of us started feeling sickly?”
spending too much time with jace, are we?
“You’ll learn. You’ve picked the wrong side, you and those Blackthorns and Jace Herondale and that ginger bitch Clary—” She was breathing hard, her face flushed.
someone just fucking stab her
It pierced through Robert Lightwood’s robes and sliced into his chest.
an incredible redemption arc just for him to die is so sad
Tessa and Jem have been looking for a cause or cure, but she’s sick too—”
wHAT
“Livvy, my baby, please, sweetheart, open your eyes, it’s Jules, I’m here for you, I’m always here for you, please, please—”
CASSANDRA CLARE YOURE SICK FOR THIS
She could see Mark bent over Ty, who was crumpled on the floor. Mark’s shoulders were shaking. Helen was struggling through the crowd toward both of them. Dru was on the ground, sobbing into her hands.
yeah i have a question. number one, how dare you?
