Pandemonium

Mundies. Shadowhunters. Downworlders. Forsaken.


NY. London. CA.


This is a tumblr dedicated to Cassandra Clare's wonderful book series -- The Mortal Instruments (City of Bones, City of Ashes and City of Glass), The Infernal Devices (Clockwork Angel, Clockwork Prince and Clockwork Princess) and The Dark Artifices (TBD).


Stuff from the upcoming movies (fingers crossed) based on her hugely popular 'Shadowhunter' novels will also be posted here.


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I’ve read all the books and the new one, City Of Heavenly Fire, too. If they asked me to do the next one I’d fucking love to.
Jamie Campbell Bower on The Mortal Instruments series (via dailyjamiebower)

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aegisdea:

JUST LOOK AT THESE TWO.

Jem & Church cassandraclare

siemonlewis:

When someone walks into your heart through an open door…

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Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.

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cassandraclare:

haepenguin said: A couple months ago you said that if we squinted we would see Jessamine in CoHF. I was wondering what you meant by that (now that the book has been out for a while)?

Spoilers under the cut …but it’s on my page 196.

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cassandraclare:

Cristina looked after Emma, her hand going to the pendant at her own throat. It was silver, in the shape of a circle with a rose inside it. The rose was wrapped around with thorny briars. Words were written in Latin on the back: she didn’t need to look at them to know them. She’d known them all her life. Blessed be the Angel my strength who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. The rose for Rosales, the words for Raziel, the Angel who had created the Shadowhunters a thousand years ago. Cristina had always thought Emma fought for her parabatai and for revenge, while she fought for family and faith. But maybe it was all the same thing: maybe it was all love, in the end.