#jace

Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-" He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#attitude

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

As long as I can dream, I will dream of you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #dreaming #jace #love #mortal-instruments

That to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destoryed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

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

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lost

I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you. ↗

— 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

Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#family

You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without any humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace #family