SPOILERS.
Self must have read the last chapters of Clockwork Princess about a dozen times. She loves Cassandra Clare’s descriptions:
Winter had always seemed the purest season to Will — even the smoke and dirt of London caught by the chill, frozen and hard and clean. That morning he had broken a layer of ice that had formed on his water jug, before splashing the icy fluid onto his face and shivering as he looked in the mirror, his wet hair painting his face in black stripes. First Christmas morning without Jem in six years.
Of course, that description is followed by the materialization of the ghost of Jessamine:
She raised her head, looking up at the snow. Though it fell all around her, she was as untouched by it as if she stood under glass.
LOVE that scene!
Thank you, Cassandra Clare. Thank you.
Stay tuned.
