“I don’t know him, not really. I see him, and he reminds me a little of his mother somehow. I don’t know why-he doesn’t look like her, except that she was also beautiful, and she had that terrible vulnerability that he has-”
“Vulnerability?” Clary was astonished. She had never thought anyone but herself thought of Jace as vulnerable.
“Oh, yes,” said Jocelyn. “I wanted to hate her for taking Stephen away from Amatis, but you just couldn’t help wanting to protect Celine. Jace has a little of that.” She sounded lost in thought. “Or maybe it’s just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.”
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Me:</b> *taking a quiz to find out which character I am in a series*<p/><b>Also me:</b> *purposely selecting choices that will lead me to my favorite character*<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b>Me, again:</b> *after seeing results* I knew we were so alike *cries*<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
March 27th, 2007: Happy 10th Anniversary to the Mortal Instruments by @cassandraclare!
City of Bones:
“You’ve got to be kidding me,”
City of Ashes:
“Are you still mad?”
City of Glass: “Score, I’m kicking butt at Mario Kart”
City of Fallen Angels:
“Just coffee, please.”
City of Lost Souls: “Mom, its me!”
City of Heavenly Fire:
“Picture something calming. The beach in Los Angeles—white sand, crashing blue water, you’re strolling along the tide line …” Jace cracked an eye open. “This sounds very romantic.”
City of Heavenly Fire (last line): “Freely we serve, because we freely love, as in our will, to love or not; in this we stand or fall”
In case anyone is interested in the thought process that goes behind even minor design work for a comic (any comic). Not all these details will be shown specifically, but they’re going on in the background.
“If you’re not doing okay, you should tell me,“ Jace said. "We’re all under stress, but we have to keep it together as much as we-” Alec whirled on him. There was disbelief in his eyes. “Doing okay? How would you be doing?” he demanded. “How would you be doing if it were Clary that Sebastian had taken? If it were her we were going to rescue, not knowing if she was dead or alive? How would you be doing?” Jace felt as if Alec had slapped him. He also felt as though he deserved it. It took him several tries before he could get out the next words. “I-I would be in pieces.” Alec got to his feet. He was outlined against the bruise-colored sky, the glow of the broken moons reflecting off the ground; Jace could see every facet of his expression, everything he had been keeping pent up. He thought of the way Alec had killed the faerie knight in the court; cold and quick and merciless. None of that was like Alec. And yet Jace had not paused to think about it, to think what drove that coldness: the hurt, the anger, the fear. “This,” Alec said, gesturing toward himself. “This is me in pieces.” [City of Heavenly Fire]