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Booknut wrote: "Another teaser to torture you with:"Rage flared up in Tessa and she considered belting Woolsey with the poker whether he came near her or not. He had moved awfully quickly while fighting Will, th..."
Oh Tess.. *grabs tissue box* OH MY POOR DEAR WILLIAM!
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"Rage flared up in Tessa and she considered belting Woolsey with the poker whether he came near her or not. He had moved awfully quickly while f..."
Ikr?! Someone hand Tessa a poker!!
Booknut wrote: "(From Cassie's Tumblr)
I thought this was funny :D"
THIS IS AWESOME!!!! I swear I'm going to die at an early age because of how many times Cassie has made me heart stop *clutches chest dramatically*
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*wipes drool* mmm I approve!
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"Tessa couldn’t help herself; despite everything, she giggled. “It laces,” she whispered. “In the back,” and she guided his hands around her until his fingers were on the strings of the corset. She shivered then, and not from cold, but from the intimacy of the gesture."
WHO IS IT?!
Okay, okay. I'll be a nice person and try to analyse it for y'all.
"It laces in the back" is obviously funny because the 'he' in the situation didn't know that the laces were in the back. Now - not to be rude or insensitive - but I doubt that Will doesn't know where a corset's laces are.
Not that I am suggesting that Will is...well...anyway. Moving on!
So, the guy is probably Jem. We think.
'Strings of the corset'. Corset. Corsets are worn UNDER clothing, aren't they...
O__O *freezes and realises the implications*
Cassie Clare is evil.
So, so evil.
We could be faced with a Jessa hot scene everyone.
And she gives us 5 sentences worth and leaves us dangling for another 45 days!!!
Is she TRYING to kill us?! But seriously this could be a DSCS! Dirty Sexy Corset Scene ;) But is it Will or Jem???? March 19th can not get here faster!!!!
Look I found an excerpt from Clockwork Princess which mentions Demon Pox! (Only at the end though):“Write to them, Will,” said Cecily Herondale. “Please. Just one letter.”
Will tossed his sweat-soaked dark hair back and glared at her. “Get your feet into position,” was all he said. He pointed, with the tip of his dagger. “There, and there.”
Cecily sighed, and moved her feet. She had known she was out of position; she’d been doing in intentionally, to needle Will. It was easy to needle her brother. That much she remembered about him from when he had been twelve years old. Even then daring him to do anything, even climb the steeply pitched roof of their manor house, had resulted in the same thing: an angry blue flame in his eyes, a set jaw, and sometimes Will with a broken leg or arm at the end of it.
Of course this brother, the nearly adult Will, was not the brother she remembered from her childhood. He had grown both more explosive and more withdrawn. He had all their mother’s beauty, and all their father’s stubbornness — and, she feared, his propensity for vices, though she had guessed that only from whispers among the occupants of the Institute.
“Raise your blade,” Will said. His voice was as cool and professional as her governess’.
Cecily raised it. It had taken her some time to get used to the feel of gear against her skin: the loose tunic and trousers, the belt around her waist. Now she moved in it as comfortably as she had ever moved in the loosest nightdress. “I don’t understand why you won’t consider writing a letter. A single letter.”
“I don’t understand why you won’t consider going home,” Will said. “You are not made of Shadowhunter stuff, Cecy; you only came here to convince me to go home with you, and that I will not do. If you would just agree to return home yourself, you could stop worrying about our parents and I could arrange —”
Cecily interrupted him, having heard this speech a thousand times. “Would you consider a wager, Will?”
Cecily was both pleased and a little disappointed to see Will’s eyes spark, just the way her father’s always did when a gentleman’s bet was suggested. Men were so easy to predict, she thought.
“What sort of a wager, Cecily?” Will took a step forward; he was wearing gear; Cecily could see the Marks that twined his wrists, the mnemosyne rune on his throat. It had taken her some time to see the Marks as something other than disfiguring her brother, but she was used to them now — as she had grown used to the gear, to the great echoing halls of the Institute, and to its peculiar denizens. She pointed at the wall in front of them. An ancient target had been painted on the wall in black: a bull’s eye inside a larger circle. “If I hit the center of that three times, you have to write a letter to Da and Ma and tell them how you are. You must tell them of the curse and why you left.”
Will’s face closed like a door, the way it always did when she made this request. But, “You’ll never hit it three times without missing, Cecy.”
“Well, then it should be no great concern to you to make the bet, William.” She used his full name purposefully and coolly; she knew it bothered him, coming from her, though when his best friend — no, his parabatai, she had learned since coming to the Institute that these were quite different things — Jem did it, he seemed to take it as a term of affection. Possibly it was because he still had memories of her toddling after him on chubby legs, calling Will, Will, after him in breathless Welsh. She had never called him William, only ever Will or his Welsh name, Gwilym.
His eyes narrowed, those dark-blue eyes the same color as her own. When their mother had said affectionately that Will would be a breaker of hearts when he was grown, Cecily had always looked at her dubiously. Will, it seemed to Cecily, was all arms and legs, skinny and disheveled and always dirty. She could see it now, though, had seen it when she had first walked into the dining room of the Institute and he had stood up in astonishment, and she had thought: That can’t be Will.
He had turned those eyes on her, her mother’s eyes, and she had seen the anger in them. He had not been pleased to see her, not at all. And where there had been a skinny boy with a wild tangle of black hair like a Gypsy’s and leaves in his clothes had been in her memories was this tall, frightening man instead.The words she had wanted to say had dissolved on her tongue and she had only matched him, glare for glare. And so it had been since, Will barely enduring her presence as if she were a pebble in his shoe, a constant annoyance.
Cecily took a deep breath, raised her chin, and threw the first knife. Will did not know, would never know, of the hours she had spent up her, alone, practicing, learning to balance the weight of the knife in her hand, discovering that a good knife throw began from behind the body. She held both arms out straight now and drew her right arm back, behind her head, before bringing it, and the weight of her body, forward — the tip of the knife was in line with the target — she released it and snapped her hand back, sucking in a gasp.
The knife stuck, point-down in the wall, exactly in the center of the target.
“One,” Cecily said, giving Will a superior smile.
He looked at her stonily, yanked the knife from the wall, and handed it to her again.
Cecily threw it. The second throw, like the first, flew direct to its target and stuck there, vibrating like a mocking finger.
“Two,” Cecily said, in a sepulchral tone.
Will’s jaw set as he took the knife again and presented it to her. She took it with a smile. Confidence was flowing through her veins like new blood. She knew she could do this. She had always been able to climb as high as Will, run as fast, hold her breath as long …
She threw the knife. It struck its target and she leaped into the air, clapping her hands, forgetting herself for a moment in the thrill of victory. Her hair came down from its pins and spilled into her face; she pushed it back and grinned at Will. “You shall write that letter. You gave your word.”
To her surprise, he smiled at her. “Oh, I will write it,” he said. “I will write it, and then I will throw it in the fire.” He held up a hand against her outburst of indignation. “I said I would write it. I never said I would send it.”
Cecily’s breath went out of her in a gasp. “How dare you trick me like that!”
“I told you that you were not made of Shadowhunter stuff, or you would not be so easily fooled. I am not going to write a letter, Cecy, it’s against the Law, and that’s the end of it.”
“As if you care about the Law!” Cecily stamped her foot, and was immediately more annoyed than ever; she detested girls who stamped their feet.
Will’s eyes narrowed. “And you don’t care about being a Shadowhunter. How is this: I shall write a letter and give it to you if you promise to deliver it home yourself — and not to return.”
Cecily recoiled; she had many memories of shouting matches with Will, of the china dolls she had owned that he had broken by dropping them out an attic window; but there was also kindness in her memories: the brother who had bandaged up a cut knee, or retied her hair ribbons when they came loose. That kindness was absent from the Will who stood before her now. Her mother had used to cry for the first year or two after Will went; she had said, in Welsh, holding Cecily to her, that they — the Shadowhunters — would “take all the love out of him.” A cold, unloving people, she had told Cecily, who had forbidden her marriage to her husband. What could he want with them, her Will, her little one?
“I will not go,” Cecily said, staring her brother down. “And if you insist that I must, I will — I will —”
The door of the attic slid open and Jem stood silhouetted in the doorway. “Ah,” he said, “threatening each other, I see. Has this been going on all afternoon or did it just begin?”
“He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world.
Well, nearly everything. She had been most struck by Jem when she had first come to the Institute — he had an unearthly, unusual beauty, with his silvery hair and eyes, and the delicate foreignness to his features. He looked like a prince in a fairy tale book, and she might have considered developing an attachment to him were it not so absolutely clear that he was entirely in love with Tessa Gray. His eyes followed her where she went, and his voice changed when he spoke to her. Cecily had once heard her mother say in amusement that one of their neighbors’ boys looked at a girl as if she were “the only star in the sky” and that was the way Jem looked at Tessa.
Cecily didn’t resent it: Tessa was pleasant and kind to her, if a little shy, and with her face always stuck in a book like Will. If that was the sort of girl Jem wanted, she and he never would have suited — and the longer she remained at the Institute, the longer she realized how awkward it would have made things with Will. He was ferociously protective of Jem, and he would have watched her constantly in case she ever distressed or hurt Jem in any way. No — she was far better out of the whole thing.
“I was just thinking of bundling up Cecily and feeding her to the ducks in Hyde Park,” said Will, pushing his wet hair back and favoring Jem with a rare smile. “I could use your assistance.”
“Unfortunately, you may have to delay your plans for sorocide a bit longer. Gabriel Lightwood is downstairs and I have two words for you. Two of your favorite words, at least when you put them together.”
“Utter simpleton?“ inquired Will. “Worthless upstart?”
Jem grinned. “Demon pox,” he said.
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“Write to them, Will,” said Cecily Herondale. “Please. Just one letter.”
Will tossed his sweat-..."
Love it!!!! :D
I think I'm alone in rooting for Tessa & Jem. I love Will, but I love Jem more. Unfortunately (for me) Cassandra Clare has basically guaranteed that Tess/Will are endgame
She didn't guarantee it. She's trying to kill off Jem and put a barrier between Will and Tessa more immovable than the literal universe.
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I thought it was (view spoiler)
One of the highlights for me - beside Will (OF COURSE!) - was (view spoiler)
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They're quite nice together, I think. Cecily straightens out his worminess. I saw the Wall of Cassandra Clare Books in the bookstore in MOA today. I now have a paperback of Clockwork Angel, mostly acquired with the vain hope that I will one day meet Cassandra Clare and scream at her, then timidly ask for her autograph.
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*laughs* Ah, the worm jokes...!
It's very high on my list of favorite Clockwork Princess times... Just before the epilogue.
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I can't wait to get my hands on a copy!
Booknut wrote: "WordlesslyAmazed03 wrote: "They're quite nice together, I think. Cecily straightens out his worminess."*laughs* Ah, the worm jokes...!"
Ah they're the best! You knew Will would come up with some good ones!
Booknut wrote: "What does everyone think of Cecy and Gabriel's relationship?I thought it was [spoilers removed]
One of the highlights for me - beside Will (OF COURSE!) - was [spoilers removed][spoilers removed]"
I LOVED Gabriel and Cecy's relationship!! I especially loved that line she said about being a five! I feel like we could have a whole topic just on that family tree!! There were so many little interesting things I noticed!!
I finished it recently and thought it was good, but the ending wasn't satisfactory.I agree that the cover is beautiful, though! :)
I'm like 63 out of 87 on the hold list at the library.
HSHTSHBTK! I NEED IT NOW!
HSHTSHBTK! I NEED IT NOW!
Cat, if you have a kindle, it's only about $10! At least when I bought it. It's not worth waiting for the library to have it available. I say just buy the book. You'll want to keep it anyway (;
Well, today marks the one-year anniversary. One year ago today, I started the last book of a series that I can truthfully say changed my life.
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Totally agree! :) :D
WordlesslyAmazed03 wrote: "Well, today marks the one-year anniversary. One year ago today, I started the last book of a series that I can truthfully say changed my life."Ah man the feels of that book!! I think I may reread.. again!
That's what I spent my night doing. :)
That plus tea sounds like the perfect night :)
That sounds amazing!
This is one of my favorite books! It was just so amazing, I didn`t even find the ending cheesy. Also I really ship Cecily and Gideon!!
A great ending. It's not often a girl gets BOTH men of her dreams!
(From Cassie's Tumblr)
I thought this was funny :D