You’re the former, Clary, and I’m the latter. He was trying to create hybrids - angel/human, and demon/human. “And Jocelyn? Was she insane? I know what Valentine was trying to do. He loved that about her and it drove him out of his mind. He knew how much she disliked the suggestion that she hadn’t understood something, or didn’t know it, or didn’t need to know it. “Not for me.” The words breathed out on an anguished whisper. You saw what I saw, didn’t you? The past, the angel. Her hand froze where it was, her palm against his cheek. That all the expertise in the world, any techniques you knew or had learned, went out the window when it was the right person you were kissing. He remembered the first time he’d kissed her, in the greenhouse, how he’d finally gotten it, finally understood the way someone’s mouth against yours could undo you, leave you spinning and breathless. “There’s grass - in your hair,” she said. “I’m fine.” She reached up, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair his body, super-sensitized by adrenalin, felt it like sparks against his skin. He said the first thing that he could think of, dazed, “I don’t care.
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Her red hair was full of dust, her face streaked with soot. She met his gaze steadily In the moonlight her green eyes could have been black. “Jace - I think you dropped your stele somewhere.” He realized to his surprise that he could hear again: small things, the sound of birds, the air in the trees. It was magical thinking, he knew, like closing your eyes so you didn’t see the knife coming at you. The ground shuddered under them and he pressed harder against her, as if that might help somehow.
He imagined boulders as big as elephants tumbling across the rocky ground, ready to crush them both, to crush her. Clary was holding him by the front of the shirt, though he doubt she realized it, her face against his shoulder he was desperately afraid that there wasn’t enough of him, that he couldn’t cover her completely, protect her entirely. He was reminded of his falcon, the way it had curled, blind and trusting, in his hand, the rapidity of its heartbeat. He could feel her breathing, feel the racing of her heart. He remembered only the fall from the library window, scrambling and rolling down over the grass, and catching hold of Clary, spinning her down and under him, covering her with his body while pieces of the Manor rained down around them like hail. Later, Jace would remember little about the destruction of the Manor itself, the shattering apart of the only home he’d known until he was ten years old. Jace pressed her harder into the ground, his body flat against hers, his heartbeat nearly as loud in her ears as the sound of the manor’s subsiding ruins. For a bewildered moment she thought it had started to rain-then she realized it was rubble and dirt and broken glass: the detritus of the shattered manor being flung down around them like deadly hail. The bits below in italics are the bits from the original book, to help you mentally locate the placement of the scene.Ĭlary heard a sharp pattering noise all around her. (-211 in the American hardback CoG.) I’ve taken a few liberties here - the scene goes on a few moments past what happens in the printed version of CoG - but then so did the original draft! Over the years, many people have asked for this - Jace’s point of view of the “hot and heavy” scene in THIS GUILTY BLOOD, Chapter Nine of City of Glass. Tomorrow will be an even tougher battle but for now enjoy the fruits of your victory. Okay, first, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED FOR JACE IN THE YA CRUSH TOURNEY. "The Mirror House" from "Vacations from Hell".The Mundanes: A Mortal Instruments fan forum.
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