“so i took it and jerked it back…”
with special contributions from the helena rubenstein foundation
Over the years, many people have asked for this — Jace’s point of view of the “intimate” scene in THIS GUILTY BLOOD, Chapter Nine of City of Glass. (Page 206-211 in the American hardback CoG.) I’ve taken a few liberties here — the scene goes on a few moments past what happens in the printed version of CoG — but then so did the original draft!
The bits below in italics are the bits from the original book, to help you mentally locate the placement of the scene.
Jamie Campbell Bower has finally broken his silence about The Mortal Instruments.
In an interview with UK magazine Scifinow, Bower spoke about Camelot but also discussed The Mortal Instruments and even revealed that producers are aiming for a January 2012 start to filming, which may explain why casting is moving so slow right now.
Here’s the excerpt from the article:
What can you tell us about playing Jace Wayland in the forthcoming adaptation of The Mortal Instruments?
“We’re looking to start shooting in January. What I can say is that I’m incredibly lucky to play this part, and for them to cast a Brit in this role is a bold call. I feel like I owe a lot to the people who are fans of the books, so at the moment I’m knuckling down and trying to get my head around who this guy is.”
Source: TMI Source
Jace’s hands slid under Clary’s flimsy shirt and onto the heat of her skin. He was pretty sure all the blood had left his brain as his fingers worked at the clasp of her bra — which was ridiculous, what was the point of being a Shadowhunter if you couldn’t figure out the clasp on a bra? — and heard his own soft exhalation as it came free and his hands were on her
VOTE FOR JACE AND WE CAN READ THE MANOR SCENE. FROM JACE'S POINT OF VIEW.
Cassandra Clare: #CoLS teaser. Since I just read a creepy misogynistic thread about female characters, I’m dedicating this particular teaser to #stronggirlcharacters. Long may they kick butt.
Clary vaulted up onto the counter, and flung herself from the top of it as her weapon exploded into brightness. She landed on the demon, knocking it to the ground. One of its eel-like arms snapped at her, and she sliced it off with a whipsawing motion of her blade. Black blood sprayed, burning her bare skin below her wrist cuffs. The demon looked at her with red, frightened eyes.
“Stop,” it wheezed. “I could give you whatever you want —”
“I have everything I want,” she said, and drove her seraph blade down.