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you hear that, james carstairs? we are bound, you and i, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. forever. will herondale, the infernal devices

  • Me today: Cassandra Clare is overall not a good person and a mediocre author who capitalized on--
  • Me tomorrow: Aw shit man Lord of Shadows is out I cant wait for familial relation and demon hunting and all that good YA romance mmmmhmmmm good shit
  • Me after finishing it: -- the YA supernatural genre at its hight. If she hadnt published the series when she did the shadowhunter world would have faded into nonexistence with all it's token characters who act as yet another ploy for readers.
  • [parabatais 100 years ago]
  • Jem Carstairs: I would die for you, William Herondale.
  • Will Herondale: I hope I can meet you in another life, James Carstairs.
  • [parabatais today]
  • Alec Lightwood: YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME PARABABITCH
  • Jace Herondale: BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING PARABASSHOLE
  • Alec Lightwood: [repeatedly patting Jace's head] WHY R U LIKE THIS
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“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”  ― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

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“Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” 

requested by @shadowhuntersbabe

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TIDAppreciationWeek17 Day 3 | Favorite Book: Clockwork Princess

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, its cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes full circle, they kept their silence.