#tess

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #excellence

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will #confusion

So you’re suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? I’m sure the Clave will be ecstatic.” “They’ll just say you’re mad,” said Jessamine. “They already think it, so what’s the difference, really? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem #jessamine #tessa #will #madness

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bravery #clockwork-princess #ducks #tessa-gray #william-herondale

I shall see you on Blackfriars Bridge, Tessa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

I am not the one of us who has no heart. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #will-herondale

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #tessa-gray

And the gold of her ruined wedding dress. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Conoces ese sentimiento, cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que va a haber una tragedia; puedes sentir que viene el frío y la oscuridad, ver como se dibuja una red apretadamente al rededor de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero estas amarrado a la historia, como si estuvieras siendo arrastrado detrás de un carruaje y no puedes dejarlo ir o alterar el curso hacia algún lado.Siento ahora, como que está sucediendo lo mismo, solo que no con personajes de las páginas sino con mis queridos amigos y compañeros. No quiero quedarme sentada mientras la tragedia viene por nosotros. Lo haré a un lado, solo yo lucharé para descubrir la forma en que ha de hacerse. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray