#clary

Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-and-clary #paris

There were some feelings you never forgot. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #magnus-bane

It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #change

I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary #fray #jace #love #romance

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #love #marriage #the-mortal-instruments #love

His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#peace #romance #life

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #simon-lewis #trust #imagination

Simon!" The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. "Simon!" The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. "Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window!" Simon jumped to his feet. he doubted his mind would conjure that up. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-and-clary #death

The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #funny

Jace said that the cast of Gilligan's Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #gilligan-s-island #jace #laugh #mortal-instruments