#tess

The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #color

Will-," Tessa began but it was too late, Church made a yowling noise at being woken, and lashed out with his claws. Will began to swear. Tessa left, unable to hide the slightest of smiles as she went. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#infernal-devices #tessa #will #church

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #excellence

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will #confusion

So you’re suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? I’m sure the Clave will be ecstatic.” “They’ll just say you’re mad,” said Jessamine. “They already think it, so what’s the difference, really? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem #jessamine #tessa #will #madness

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bravery #clockwork-princess #ducks #tessa-gray #william-herondale

I shall see you on Blackfriars Bridge, Tessa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

I am not the one of us who has no heart. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #will-herondale

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #tessa-gray