The Mortal Instruments discussion
Clockwork Prince Excerpt


AWWW. I feel bad for Will. . . I wonder what he did. . . ???
And Tessa witnessed the WHOLE thing!!! How embarrassing for him!
And Tessa witnessed the WHOLE thing!!! How embarrassing for him!
yeah. he probably did. he usually does.

“You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you."

Although he won't replace Simon Lewis in my heart. :P
yuck. no one will every replace jace for me. jem is too perfect, so too boring. will is a bastard but hot. simon is annoying, a vampire, and not badass at all. jace is hot, sweet, perfect, badass, etc. hes MINE.
i don't hate simon, sometimes he's just annoying

Simon is like the new Seth Cohen :D
ugh i don't even know he was just so annoying, he got in the way ... he didn't seem like a great character to me either. every time he almost died it was like, finally got him out of the way, but then he was all "I'm back!"

I just don't feel that way about him.
Apparently i'm in the minority. I actually like him more than Jace, just because he's so sarcastic, and funny, and can be sweet....
And mainly because he and Isabelle have great literary chemistry. :D
Victoria wrote: "ugh i don't even know he was just so annoying, he got in the way ... he didn't seem like a great character to me either. every time he almost died it was like, finally got him out of the way, but t..."
That's what my friend said! She was getting really pissed at Simon during City of Ashes. She said that Simon was always in the way. LOL
That's what my friend said! She was getting really pissed at Simon during City of Ashes. She said that Simon was always in the way. LOL
third one was my favorite. and clockwork prince was great. not as good as the other ones.

Not sure what book this quote is from! Sorry!
Right from Cassie's twitter. :)

They slowed finally at the southeastern corner of the church. Watery daylight poured through the rose windows overhead. “I know we are in a hurry to get to the Council meeting,” said Jem. “But I wanted you to see this.” He gestured around them. “Poet’s Corner.”
Tessa had read of the place, of course, where the great poets and writers of England were buried. There was the gray stone tomb of Chaucer, with its canopy, and other familiar names: Edmund Spenser, who had written The Faerie Queen, “Oh, and Milton,” she gasped, “and Coleridge, and Robert Burns, and Shakespeare —”
“He isn’t really buried here,” said Jem, quickly. “It’s just a monument.”
“Oh, I know, but —” She looked at him, and felt herself flush. “I can’t explain it. It’s like being among friends, being among these names. Silly, I know . . .”
“Not silly at all.”
She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?”
“How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.
She had become very fond of Jem over the past fortnight; Will had been studiously avoiding her, Charlotte and Henry were caught up in issues of Clave and Council and the running of the Institute —even Jessamine seemed preoccupied. But Jem was always there. He seemed to take his role as her guide to London seriously: they had been to Hyde Park and Kew Gardens, the National Gallery and the British Museum, the Tower of London and Traitor’s Gate. They gone to see the cows being milked in St James Park, the fruit and vegetable sellers in Covent Garden, had watched the boats sailing on the sun-sparked Thames from the Embankment. And as the days went on, Tessa felt herself unfolding slowly out of her quiet, huddled unhappiness over Nate and Will and the loss of her old life, like a flower climbing out of frozen ground. She had even found herself laughing. And she had Jem to thank for it.
“You are a good friend,” she exclaimed, and when, to her surprise, he said nothing to that, she said, “At least, I hope we are good friends. You do think so too, don’t you, Jem?”
He turned to look at her.

you can check out the group, cause you can find more about both CP & the series:
http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/2...


http://www.cassandraclare.com/cms/faq...
Obviously there are many places to find the spoilers but I prefer this because it's a direct source.

Will blinked at her. “What?”
“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
“Mauve,” said Will.

“Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.”
“I —”
“You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.”
“Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.”
Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —”
“You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —”
“Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that?”

“Nothing,” said Magnus, and now he was not seeing anything that was there, not the river, not Will, only a wash of memories: eyes, faces, lips, receding into memory, love that he could no longer put a name to. “He did me a favor. One he doesn’t even remember.”
“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.”

Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni hen piao liang.”
“What did you say?” Tessa was curious.
“I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek.


Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni hen p..."
I love being able to speak chinese and understand it >:D

Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling mel..."
what he really said was you're beautiful isn't it? =)

Tessa and Jem are so cute together <3
And ya he said "you are beautiful" AWWWWWWWWW <3

Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising ..."
mhm he did :D

"We don’t form attachments like mundanes do,” he said. “Well, sometimes, surely. Not everyone is the same. But the bonds between us tend to be intense and unbreakable. That’s why we do so badly with others not of our kind. Downworlders, mundanes . . .”


Maybe it's just my horrible overactive imagination.
From mid-book:
Will looked at Jem. His eyes were bluer than blue, his cheeks flushed. He said, “Then you have wasted your time.”
Jem stared back at him. “God damn you,” he said, and hit Will across the face, sending him spinning. He didn’t lose his footing, but fetched up against the side of the carriage, his hand to his cheek. His mouth was bleeding. He looked at Jem with total astonishment.
“Get him into the carriage,” Jem said to Tessa, and turned and went back through the red door — to pay for whatever Will had taken, Tessa thought. Will was still staring after him.
“James?” he said.