#clary

Clary?" he thought. Her voice came through, tinged with alarm. "What is it? What's happened? Did my mom find out I'm gone?" "Not yet," he thought back. "Is Azazel the cat from the Smurfs?" There was a long pause. "That's Azrael, Simon. And no more using the magic rings for Smurfs question. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #lol #simon #smurfs #clary-fray

Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #death

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

Good. Because I don't need protecting." "I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#freedom #jace #love #protecting #freedom

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death #jace-wayland #night-stroll #death

Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lost

I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here." "So what do you think it meant?" "I'm not sure," Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #lost

Well," said Clary, after a judicious pause, "I guess you wouldn't have taken advantage of her when she's so grief-stricken and all." Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny-and-random #isabelle-lightwood #funny

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