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“You may be the only guy my age I’ve ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it’s in Earl Grey tea.”
“Yes, well,” Jace said, with a supercilious look, “I’m not like other guys. Besides,”

i'm not shitting you this is an actual conversation in thr book.😀

“Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you.”
Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. “Of course they are,” he said. “I am stunningly attractive.”

what's with the Suguru Getou behavior

so Valentine is another Anakin Skywalker basically

“. “Fine, then. We’ll be in the weapons room.”

and by that he means "we will be spying on you" I LOVE THESE EASTER EGGS

“
She must have made some noise, because he twisted around on the stool, blinking into the shadows. “Alec?” he said. “Is that you?”

reminded me of Will and Jem and now i'm crying 🙂

mmm

he's calling her "little girl" as if they're not the same age😀😀

why am i attracted to Jace i'm nothing but an embarrassment

magnus was mentioned so for him i will keep reading this

this is so bad🥴

the cassandra clare o session is real

“Cordelia went up on her toes and kissed him quickly on the lips. He raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?” he said. “I thought that was a very romantic speech. I expected a more passionate response, or perhaps for you to start spelling out my name in daisy chains on the riverbank—”

“I’m sure you and Mother got up to all sorts of scandalous things when you lived together in the Institute,” Lucie had said.
“Exactly,” Will replied darkly.”

ii iubesc

“Jesse heard someone swearing loudly and was almost entirely sure it was Will.”

eating up every will herondale crumb i can get my hands on

4 chapters left🥲

the pain this author succeeded in bestowing upon me EVERY SINGLE TIME i've read one of her works...

“If you are reading this, this is the first Fire-Message that has been sent with success. It has been written by Grace Blackthorn and invented by Christopher Lightwood.”

“Something brushed against her temple, tucking her hair behind her ear. A ghostly touch, a goodbye. A moment later, she knew he was gone.”

ma sinucid

“stood her, and not judged her.
“I thought,” she whispered, “ghosts could only return if they had unfinished business. Are the fire-messages yours?”
“I think,” he said, “that you are my unfinished business.”

definitely killing myself

“Don’t turn around,” he said. “Or look at me. I am only a very little bit here, Grace. It is taking all my strength for you to hear me. I cannot also make myself seen.”

offing myself

there goes my happiness 🙂👎

CASSANDRA WHEN I CATCH WAS KILLING HIM OFF ACTUALLY NECESA????i will answer it for you NO IT WAS NOT🙂

“James loves you, she had told Cordelia. He loves you with a force that cannot be turned aside, or broken, or made small or insignificant. For these past years Belial struggled against that force, and in the end he lost. And Belial is a power that can move the stars.”

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“Well, what use are you then?” Cordelia wondered aloud.
“Is that a challenge, my proud beauty?” he demanded, and drew her toward and under him, until her giggling turned into kisses, and then into gasps, and she wrapped herself around him in the depths of the bed that was theirs now. That would always be theirs.
”

“Hopefully there will be some other reward for me, to make up for it.” She grinned at the look he gave her. “Shall we repair to the bedroom?”
“Much too far away,” he said, pulling her closer, into his lap. “Let me show you.”

ieu caaand

“You are my first, Cordelia. You are all my firsts.” He closed his eyes. “We can keep talking, if you desire, but tell me now, because I am going to need to go into the adjoining room and run cold water on myself for at least—”

fute ma

“ I thought perhaps that it was not in my nature to want.” He let his eyes roam over her, making her skin prickle. “That was wildly inaccurate.”
”

l as fute L AS FUTE RAU

“How much do you like this dress?Because I can take it off you slowly, or I can take it off you fast—”
“Fast,” she said, and caught her breath as he took hold of the fabric at her neckline and, with a quick movement, ripped it apart. It was not a matter of tearing something fragile, like a ribbon—the dress was of stout construction, with corseting and buttons and hooks, but James simply tore it open