Thursday, August 11, 2011

Manor Collapse Scene (This Guilty Blood) in City of Glass by Cassandra Clare in Jace's POV

There are very few things I love more than The Mortal Instruments. The intensity, the humor, the action, the's brilliant. I know that Cassandra Clare brings the world to life in an amazing way and there's nothing I love more than scenes featuring Clary and Jace. One of my all time faves is the scene where the manor collapses, well, afterwards anyway =D

And now, Cassie is treating everyone to a very special treat. It's the manor Jace's POV! And it's even steamer and hotter than the one in the actual book.

Take a look....

Over the years, many people have asked for this — Jace’s point of view of the “hot and heavy” 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.

Clary heard a sharp pattering noise all around her. For a bewildered moment she thought it had started to rain—then she realized it was rubble and dirt and broken glass: the detritus of the shattered manor being flung down around them like deadly hail.
Jace pressed her harder into the ground, his body flat against hers, his heartbeat nearly as loud in her ears as the sound of the manor’s subsiding ruins.

* * *

Later, Jace would remember little about the destruction of the Manor itself, the shattering apart of the only home he’d known until he was ten years old. He remembered only the fall from the library window, scrambling and rolling down over the grass, and catching hold of Clary, spinning her down and under him, covering her with his body while pieces of the Manor rained down around them like hail.

He could feel her breathing, feel the racing of her heart. He was reminded of his falcon, the way it had curled, blind and trusting, in his hand, the rapidity of its heartbeat. Clary was holding him by the front of the shirt, though he doubt she realized it, her face against his shoulder; he was desperately afraid that there wasn’t enough of him, that he couldn’t cover her completely, protect her entirely. He imagined boulders as big as elephants tumbling across the rocky ground, ready to crush them both, to crush her. The ground shuddered under them and he pressed harder against her, as if that might help somehow. It was magical thinking, he knew, like closing your eyes so you didn’t see the knife coming at you.

The roar had faded. He realized to his surprise that he could hear again: small things, the sound of birds, the air in the trees. Clary’s voice, breathless. “Jace — I think you dropped your stele somewhere.”

He drew back and stared down at her......

Want more? Head on over to Cassie's blog for the complete scene:

What do you guys all think? Steamy or what? Seriously, this is Jace in all his Jace-ness. Sexy, hot, yet so much in love with Clary [insert dreamy sigh here].

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