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I have a Collection of Snippets from Clockwork Princess. I will Update this post as I get more from her Tumblr post. I will have a link to this post up on menu in the Extras. I know lots of people do not have Tumblr, and since that is where she does her post, I ended up getting a Tumblr account, so I try to put the good stuff here too for you all. I do have lots of great fanart of The Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices at my tumblr page, if you have an account, come follow me if you like. http://fanofmi.tumblr.com/
Clockwork Princess snippets
Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jems’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one, “ he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.”
“There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatiai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.”
Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”
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“If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. “It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —”
“Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” Magnus said.
“I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”
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Tess put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
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Cassie read a snippet from Clockwork Princess, in which Cecily tells Will that she could see through him, and she knows he loves Tessa.Cassie also explained that at the end of CP2, there will be a family tree that will show how Emma Carstairs got her surname.
Cassie has treated fans to two Clockwork Princess Snippets today!!
Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
“You fear for Jem,” Will said.
“Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
The second one a Gideon & Sophie Teaser:
Gideon touched her cheek, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. “Did you know your name means ‘wisdom’? It was very well-given.”
Jem snippet from Clockwork Princess:
Original Post from Cassandra at her Tumblr: http://cassandraclare.tumblr.com/post/27103089088/the-mortal-instruments-source-round-1-ya-crush
“Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested.
“You — made something for me?” Tessa asked.
“I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.