Status Updates From The Ragpicker King (The Chr...

Beautiful book beautiful writing. It's killing me

I don't know why this one is dragging so much more than the first book!

a time jump will not convince me everyone is suddenly sensible

Something about Clare just keeps me reading.

i can’t remember the last time i was this stressed out— i’m taking laps around my house at 12pm bc???

OK so I didn't DNF it. I just sped it up really fast 😅

this book has me in a chokehold the INTRIGUE!!! ⭐️

I always feel a strange reluctance to keep reading a Cassandra Clare book when I get close to the end. Because I don't want it to ever end... And usually because something terrible will happen to a character I love 😅

This is about to get so messy,,, also I’m starting to doubt my previously sure understanding that Kel & Lin were gonna be canon bc the waYYYYY that they’re so entangled with the Ana/Conor????? Free my boy Kel bc I’ve never seen anyone so tremendously down bad

Needs more gay D:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

finally, THE BETRAYAL!

Tempted to DNF this

“I have neglected every duty, every requirement, just to steal another moment with you. I feared that if anyone ever saw me with you, they would see it on my face, that I was an addict, that I would barter my birthright just to touch you”

Make those men YEARN!

I’m dizzy trying to remember everything from book 1

The people’s princess

So far I’m already in shock omg?? Kel really just needs to step it up with antonetta for freaking sake

Yay for a new month of Spotify 😄

having coffee and then reading this was not a good idea my heart is beating so fast rn

OH NO

valid angelica crashout fr

WHAT

"Make Malgasi Great Again"

I love her writing and story telling

bro screw conor. lin needs to go for aron instead

Forgot how VILE gremont is ❌

Anger was better than despair—even anger against someone you loved. Anger was fire, and despair was darkness. And Conor had for years been afraid of the dark.

I have to be my own shield now. And a shield must be iron.

And then I trusted you. You never seemed to need anything from me. I thought that meant I was safe with you, but there is no safety, is there? Not when I am weak, and I have come to understand now, finally, where weakness lies. You are my weakness, Lin—and so is Kel. You are chinks in my armor that can be pierced through.

Burn out the rage, he told himself. Throw yourself against the wall of it like water crashing against rocks. Break yourself apart like a ship running aground on coral. Spill out what is inside—the cargo of useless feelings, pointless hopes.