#clary

Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #sebastian-verlac #sister-and-brother #sisters

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#comfort #crying #city

Clary shut her eyes. You didn't say no to an angel, no matter what it had in mind. Her heart pounding, she sat floating in the darkness behind her eyelids, resolutely trying not to think of Jace. But his face appear against the blank screen of her closed eyelids anyway - not smiling at her but looking sidelong, and she could see the scar at his temple, the uneven curl at the corner of his mouth, and the silver line on his throat where Simon had bitten him - all the marks and flaws and imperfections that made up the person she loved most in the world. Jace. A bright light lit her vision to scarlet, and she fell back against the sand, wondering if she was going to pass out - or maybe she was dying - but she didn't want to die, not now that she could see Jace's face so clearly in front of her. She could almost hear his voice, too, saying her name, the way he'd whispered it at Renwick's, over and over again. Clary. Clary. Clary. "Clary," Jace said. "Open your eyes. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #love

I fell in love with you," he said, "because you were one of the bravest people I'd ever known. So how could I ask you to stop being brave just because I loved you ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace #love #love

Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath." "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon. "I knew we should have left you a rat. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #humor #jace-wayland #simon-lewis #humor

It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gray-book #humor #jace #humor

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#diary #humor #jace-wayland #sarcasm #humor

I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them." "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#hodge #humor #revenge #sarcasm #tea

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-and-jace #humor #jace #jace-and-clary #love

Aren’t they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?” “Yes,” he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet along with him,“ and I’m worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you’ll wind up making out with him, too.” “ Don’t be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.” “In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #humor #jace-lightwood #humor