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[hauntedenemylady]

I like how Jem's name is pronounced as gem because yes he is a fucking precious gem.

[booktineus]

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[delightfullyshadowycollective]

It's 2021 and I'm still not over Will Herondale.

[libraryinthecountry]

★ What are some books that have made you cry? It tends to take a lot for a book to make me cry, but that also means I distinctly remember the ones that do, and Clockwork Princess is near the top of that list. I EVEN HAD IT SPOILED FOR ME AND KNEW WHAT WAS COMING 🤣 But alas, I couldn’t take it and cried my eyes out by the time the epilogue rolled around. It was *chef’s kiss* 😘 Definitely a book I will always remember. Other books that have made me cry: It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (THIS BOOK Y’ALL) The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J Maas (IYKYK) Undeniably You by Jewel E. Ann (WHEN IT FLASHES BACK TO THE WEDDING AND YOU *REALIZE*) Honestly, if a book can push through my walls and attach itself to my emotions enough to make salt water fall from my eyes, it’s sign I probably love it. ★ Featured are the @illumicrate editions of The Infernal Devices! These are some of my favorite special editions. You can use code LIBRARY5 to save on 3&6 month subscriptions 💕 ★ CURRENTLY // 🎧 Devil’s Daughter by Lisa Kleypas 📖 Saint by Sierra Simone ★ HASHTAGS // #bookstagram #bookworm #bookphotography #bibliophile #booklover #bookaddict #bookobsessed #booksbooksbooks #beautifulbooks #prettybooks #bookdragon #bookhoarder #bookstack #bookishfeature #shadowhunters #theinfernaldevices #cassandraclare #willherondale #clockworkprincess #shadowhunter #illumicrate #shelfie #bookshelf https://www.instagram.com/p/CToKgpbreMF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[trislutteur]

“Father… Father is a worm.” ~ Another Lightwood today! Gabriel Lightwood from The Infernal Devices, by @cassandraclare

[lectophile]

Bits of Dialogue: Clockwork Prince

The following belongs to Cassandra Clare’s Clockwork Prince.

“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”

“I spoke,” said Will in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”

Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”

“Mauve,” said Will.

—

“Perhaps we could say she’s a mad maiden aunt who insists on chaperoning us everywhere.”

“My aunt or yours?” Jem inquired.

“Yes, she doesn’t really look like either of us, does she? Perhaps she’s a girl who’s fallen madly in love with me and persists on following me wherever I go.”

“My talent is shape-shifting, Will, not acting,” said Tessa, and at that, Jem laughed out loud. Will glared at him.

—

His beard was long and white, his eyes crested with thick white eyebrows. He reached out and laid a hand on Will’s shoulder. “Nephilim?” He said, his voice gruff and thickly accented. “Is it you?”

“Dear God,” said Will, putting his hand over his heart in a theatrical gesture. “It’s the Ancient Mariner who stoppeth one of three.”

“Ah’m ‘here at t’bequest of Aloysius Starkweather. Art t’lads he wants or not? Ah’ve not got all night to stand about.”

”Important appointment with an albatross?” Will inquired. “Don’t let us keep you.”

“What my mad friend means to say,” said Jem, “is that we are indeed Shadowhunters of the London Institute. Charlotte Branwell sent us. And you are...?”

—

“Young Herondale, are you?” he barked as Will stepped forward to introduce himself. “Half-mundane, half-Welsh, and the worst traits of both, I’ve heard.”

Will smiled politely. “Diolch.” (Diolch means thanks in Welsh)

—

“What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This...this...thing?”

“A parsnip?” Jem suggested.

“A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden,” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.”

“There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed.

“Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will.

—

“Stand up straight,” Gabriel was saying to Tessa meanwhile, impatiently. “No, straight. Like this.” He demonstrated. She wanted to snap at him that she, unlike him, had not had a lifetime of being taught how to stand and move; that Shadowhunters were natural acrobats, and she was nothing of the sort.

“Hmph,” she said. “I’d like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot’s worth of train!”

“So would I,” said Gideon from across the room.

—

“You’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?” he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”

Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. “No. No mark.”

He grinned around his fork. “I do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?”

“I’m sure Will’s tried,” said Jessamine in a bored tone. Tessa’s silverware clattered to her plate.

Jessamine, who had been mashing her peas with the side of her knife, looked up when Charlotte let out an aghast, “Jessamine!”

Jessamine shrugged. “Well, he’s like that.”

—

Jem would think she had utterly lost control of herself. No wonder he couldn’t face her at breakfast. She could barely face herself in the mirror.

“Did you hear me?” Will said again, clearly disappointed at the reception of his announcement. “I said I went to an opium den last night.”

Charlotte looked up from her toast. Slowly folded her newspaper, set it on the table beside her, and pushed her reading glasses down her upturned nose. “No,” she said. “That undoubtedly glorious aspect of your recent activities was unknown to us, in fact.”

“So is that where you’ve been all this time?” Jessamine asked listlessly, taking a sugar cube from the bowl and biting into it. “Are you quite a hopeless addict now? They say it takes only one or two doses.”

“It wasn’t really an opium den,” Tessa protested before she could stop herself. “That is to say—they seemed to have more of a trade in magic powders and things like that.”

“So perhaps not an opium den precisely,” said Will, “but still a den. Of vice!” He added, punctuating this last bit by stabbing his finger into the air.

—

Will looked at Jem thoughtfully. “I seem to have woken up with what they call a Monday mouse,” he said, pointing at the bruised skin under his eye. “Any idea where I got it?”

“None.” Jem helped himself to some tea.

“Eggs,” said Henry dreamily, looking at his plate. “I do love eggs. I could eat them all day.”

— 

“You might be surprised to know,” said Will, “that I saw something rather interesting in the opium den.”

“I’m sure you did,” said Charlotte with asperity.

“Was it an egg?” Henry inquired.

—

“Perhaps you should be there when I speak with him,” said Charlotte. “Nominally, you are the head of the Institute—”

“Oh, no,” said Henry with a look of horror.

—

“No, you’re still weighting the point too much—and what do you mean, you don’t like me?” Gabriel demanded, handing her another knife as if by reflex, but his expression was very surprised indeed.

“Well,” Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, “you behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.”

“I don’t,” Gabriel said. “I just dislike him.” He pointed at Will.

“Dear me,” said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. “Is it because I’m better-looking than you?”

[audreyng29]

@cassandraclare

I know that Clockwork Princess gives us the most satisfying and great ending, as both Will and Jem find their great love with Tessa, but I just wish we could have seen more with just Will and Jem — they deserve their great ending too. Regardless of whether it’s tales of the two of them being inseparable as kids, before the meet Tessa, or after meeting her, I just think the Parabatai relationship between the two of them is unparalleled to any other in the shadowhunters chronicles and that they too, deserve a chance at happiness found with each other.

Anyone else?

[talrayne]

The Clockwork Princess 1 (second version)

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who was a princess. The city she lived in was an amazing one that ran in clockwork. It was built into the side of a mountain, and during the night, it was all inside the mountain itself. Houses, stores and factories all stayed on different circles, constantly moving to make it easier to go from home to work without ever walking far. Travel was more about timing than distance. At night, there was only one way to enter and leave the city. It was by dirigible through the tower at the peak of the mountain.

It was in the roof of that tower that the princess spent her days. You see, she was raised by her parents to do princess things, such as writing, singing, dancing, and hosting balls. She enjoyed none of that. What she enjoyed was making things. She was a poor singer, unable to identify different notes. She could never remember the difference between a dinner fork or a salad fork, and she was always confusing the different dance movements.

To help with the music, she created a small, brass bird to sing for her and to play the instrument notes. She made an apparatus that helped her dance, and even a mechanical mouse that guided her in her etiquette lessons. All of these she had made and used in secret. Her parents, the king and queen, didn't want their daughter doing "dirty" work, and clock-making with all of its grease and oil certainly qualified as "dirty".

She hid in the highest tower at night, working by the soft glow of a lamp wearing a leather apron and work shirt over her ornate and jeweled dress. Only one person knew of her secret workshop. A guard, by the name of Barrus who had been ordered to keep watch over her since she was a small child.

It was one such night, while she was tinkering with a small, brass spider, that Barrus lost track of her.

It wasn't his fault, however. He simply didn't consider that a dirigible may crash into the very visible tower.

This happened, because a young boy who was born into a long line of pilots, failed to remember how to stop the machine. He normally world have had his uncle to help him, however, his uncle had eaten some bad eel and was more focused on not being sick in the bathroom then he was remembering for his nephew.

When the cockpit of the machine meet the window, the boy had only a moment to see the lovely girl in the other side before being thrown at her. He tumbled over her workbench and landed on top of her, neither of them hurt.

The princess had only a moment to recognize what had happened before Barrus began banging on the door. She regularly locked it in case something happened.

Not one to ignore an opportunity when it knocks, and indeed it did more than knock in this case, she quickly got up, grabbed the boy by the hand, and ran into the dirigible cockpit with him.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how to stop this, what are you doing?" he asked as the princess quickly grabbed the controls and reversed the vehicle.

"Escaping! I want an adventure and I don't get to see anything inside that place!" she shouted.

What she didn't recognize, however, was what the boy said next.

"But the balloon is torn! It's losing all of its gas!"

He was correct. Immediately, the vehicle began drifting backwards onto the mountain below, the city secure inside. It landed into the forest at the bottom with all the grace of a large, clumsy boulder, leaving a trail of broken trees.

The princess wasted little time picking herself up of the floor, which was now at an unusual angle. She quickly regretted her haste, however, when her forehead hit the bottom of the control console.

"Oh no," the boy said when he realized what happened. "What am I going to do!? I'm going to be in so much trouble!"

"First thing we're doing," the princess replied, holding her head. "Is getting away from here. I refuse to go back yet."

The boy wanted to protest, but thinking on the fact that soon his uncle would be coming to find out what happened made him realize that he was not ready for to face his sick uncle's wrath. He grabbed the emergency kit from under the console and helped the princess though the window.

The two quickly ran through the woods, putting as much distance as possible between them and and crash. They eventually realized that they were quite lost now though.

"What is your name?" the princess asked.

"My name is Daniel. I was supposed to be learning how to be a pilot. Crashing into the tower was bad enough, but I don't know what's going to happen to me now. Nobody will let me fly again. Who are you, though? I didn't think anyone ever used that tower for anything but mooring the dirigibles."

"My name is... Allison. I was working up there until you crashed into it."

"Allison? Wait, are you the princess?!"

She considered lying, but she couldn't think of any reason why someone would be wearing a very expensive dress underneath a leather apron.

"Yes. I am the princess. While I may have been working on something in that tower, I'm quite glad you crashed into it. I never get to leave the castle and I want to see the world outside."

"It must be nice in that place. You can do anything you want though, can't you?"

"No. I want to make things, but they tell me it's inappropriate for a princess to play with machines. It's all music, ballroom dancing, and etiquette classes. Only time I can make a mess is when I paint."

"At least you get to paint though! My parents won't let me. They think painting is for rich people with a lot of time on their hands. What's wrong?" he asked when he saw the princess had stopped moving.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, whispering.

Daniel shook his head. The forest was dead quiet.

"Hurry!" she whispered, climbing a tree. Daniel followed, climbing up the other side. When he reached a relativity high branch, he saw her struggling, so he reached down and pulled her up to a thick branch on the other side of the trunk. He was about to ask why they were hurrying when she put her hand over his mouth and put her finger to get lips, eyes wide open.

Looking down, he saw it. It looked almost reptilian, with a large snout and spined tail. It's body though was covered in thick, black fur with paws large and clawed like a bears. It stood on two legs, hunched over, and he could hear it sniffing the air, like a dog smelling a steak. Daniels heart was racing at it lingered, looking around. It began to approach their tree. He heard a rustling in the bush ahead, and the monster below heard it too. It dropped to ask fours and ran in the direction of the sound.

When they could no longer hear it, the sounds of the chase fading, Allison let out a long breath, not realizing she had been holding it.

"What was that?" asked Daniel.

"A krakathorn. I read about them. They're monsters. I read that they might have been an experiment to make a sort of guard or soldier animal."

"Whose experiment?!" Daniel asked, not wanting to leave the tree.

"Sanguers. Horrible things that use magic to take whatever they want. We should hide in this tree for the night. I’d prefer to not be on the ground sleeping should it come back, and it’s getting too dark to see.”

Daniel agreed. He helped Allison make a sturdy nest for the two of them using the various branches and leaves. While they worked, Daniel laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Allison asked.

“My mother always told me that teaching myself to weave would never be useful. I just find it funny that teaching myself is one of the things keeping me alive now. I just didn’t expect to be weaving branches instead of cloth.”

Allison smiled. When they finished, the two of them slept buried in leaves and twigs inside a next like two birds until sunrise.