Jessamine, CLOCKWORK PRINCE

Self has been absolutely crushing the writing. Crushing it.

She added pirate raids, defensive maneuvers, gun battles, bonfires and other exceedingly dramatic mayhem to her WIP.

Finally, at 5 p.m., she settles in for a refreshing dip into The Infernal Devices. Which happens to be p. 261 of Clockwork Prince. Which happens to feature dialogue with Jessamine at the dinner table of the London Institute (Jessamine is one of self’s all-time favorite TID characters!)

Will regarded Henry from beneath half-lidded eyes. “Nothing ever disturbs your circles, does it, Henry?”

Henry blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Archimedes,” Jem said, as usual knowing what Will meant, though not looking at him. “He was drawing a mathematical diagram in the sand when his city was attacked by Romans. He was so intent on what he was doing that he didn’t see the soldier coming up behind him. His last words were, ‘Do not disturb my circles.’ Of course, he was an old man by then.”

“And he was probably never married,” said Will, and he grinned at Jem across the table.

Jem didn’t return his grin. Without looking at Will, or Tessa — without looking at any of them — he got to his feet and went out of the room after Charlotte.

“Oh, bother,” said Jessamine “Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in a fury? Because I simply haven’t got the energy for it.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

CLOCKWORK PRINCESS, pp. 529 – 530

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.

CLOCKWORK PRINCESS: THE END (SELF’S EYES SWOLLEN TO THE SIZE OF GOLFBALLS)

WAAAAAH!  Self tried to put off reading to the end of Clockwork Princess, but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t.

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! CAN’T SAY SELF DIDN’T WARN YOU!

She wanted to begin Clockwork Angel all over again, the scene where Will first stumbles across Tessa, in the house of the Dark Sisters. He looked like an ordinary boy, only beautiful. And he had gear strapped to his chest, and threw knives like nobody’s business. Tessa was scared and, to distract her, he told her about hedgehogs. Hedgehogs! Will Herondale, self absolutely loves you.

She ended up PM-ing with her niece on FB: Karina, see what you’ve done? Self is a MESS! SUCH A MESS! SHE CAN’T EVEN! BECAUSE — WILL HERONDALE!

Calm down, self!

Anyhoo, self has made no secret of the fact that one of her favorite secondary characters was Jessamine. And somewhere in Clockwork Princess, she expires. In Will’s arms. But not before she has a very touching conversation with him, and ends up revealing that she always liked him better than Jem (You said it, girl! Jem is such a — such a — never mind!), and self cried BUCKETS. She does mean BUCKETS.

And just as she was wringing out her last set of clean handkerchiefs because Will was taking the loss of his parabatai so badly (Not to mention, he had sex with his parabatai’s fiancée but he only did it to comfort her because she was so torn up over the loss of Jem; he did ask her about three times if she was sure, and each time she told him that yes, she was sure, and she wouldn’t hold it against him if they did it, and that whole scene was just so — AAARGH!), along comes . . .

the ghost of Jessamine!

Cassandra Clare, thank you thank you thank you for making the reader’s last encounter with Jessamine not a bloody corpse in a white gown on the steps of the London Institute!

Jessamine: I always said you’d be a dreadful suitor, Will, and you are nigh on proving it.

Will:  Truly? You have come back from death like the ghost of Old Marley . . . to nag me about my romantic prospects?

Jessamine: What prospects? You’ve taken Tessa on so many carriage rides, I’d wager she could draw a map of London from memory . . .

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Love You, Jessamine! And phrase “Inside of a Moment” p.424 of CLOCKWORK ANGEL

Once again, dear blog readers:

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILER ALERT

All hell breaks loose, members of the Clave are scattered here and there throughout London, battling Vampire covens and armies of clockwork automatons, and, most surprising of all, Tessa Gray’s own brother Nate, who turns out to be working for the Magister, the dastardly man who wants to marry Tessa Gray and use her shape-shifting powers to rule the British Empire.

Got it?

OK.

Will and Jem are parabati off in Highgate battling Mrs. Dark and the disembodied head of her sister.

The Clave is off somewhere else, rooting out the last surviving members of De Quincey’s Vampire Band.

The automatons take this opportunity to attack the Institute itself, where the only people left to guard it are Thomas the coachman, two maids, Tessa Gray and Jessamine, who in spite of being a Shadowhunter wants nothing more than to wear nice dresses all day and be someone’s wife. When the gates of the Institute are broken down by an army of automatons, this girl shows her true worth by laying about her with her weapon of choice, her parasol. But then she is hit in the chest by a blast from an automaton and falls to the ground while self goes oh no oh no oh no!

Then Dastardly and Cowardly Nate Grey confronts his own sister, Tessa Gray, and tries to kidnap her for The Magistrate. He has her cornered in a dark hallway. Then, Tessa looks over Nate’s shoulder and sees “a disturbance of the shadows . . . something moving toward them both . . . The figure behind Nate was almost upon them.”

Nate goes blah blah blah “I am not a fool, Tessa — ” then whack! The figure raises “a pale and glimmering object . . . above Nate’s head and comes down with a heavy crash.”

For a moment self thinks it might be Will with one of his seraph blades, Anael perhaps. But no, it is Jessamine with a lamp.

“She prodded Nate’s recumbent form with a disdainful toe.”

Jessamine is fast becoming self’s second favorite character in the series, her first being of course Will Herondale.

And here are the relationships as they stand at this point in Clockwork Angel:

  • Will and Jem are parabati (“blood brothers” and fighters)
  • Will loves Tessa Gray.
  • Tessa Gray loves Will but after he pushes her away (for what reason, self knows not, though she can well see the advantage of keeping the angst going for as long as possible; there are, after all, three books), she starts to fall for Jem.
  • Jem loves Tessa Gray.
  • Sophie the servant girl loves Jem.
  • Thomas the coachman loves Sophie.

My, my, what a pretty kettle of fish!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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