City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare [Quotes]

NOTE: If this list seems incomplete, it’s because it is. My power happened to go out when I was reading CoHF, and well… it’s hard to hold a flashlight, this ginormous book, and much else. When I re-read it, I will be sure to add the bits from the power outage. Until then, I figured these could hold you guys over 🙂 

“You’re pining,” said Jace. Alec shrugged.

“Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why-“


Alec looked down at the shattered pieces in disbelief. “You BROKE my PHONE.”

Jace shrugged. “Guys don’t let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong. Friends don’t let friends keep calling their exes and hanging up. Seriously. You have to stop.”


“More people to buy presents for,” she said. “Plus, the always traumatic what-to-buy-someone-for-the-first-Christmas-after-you’ve-started-dating question.”

“What to get the Shadowhunter who has everything,” Simon said with a grin.


There had once been more entrances than through the Gard. Westminster Abbey had had one, she knew, as had the Sagrada Familia and Saint Basil the Blessed, but they had been sealed when Portals where invented.


“I know where the heart is,” Emma said, stepping back from Julian and casting a look of anger- more than anger, hurt- at the Consul and the Inquisitor. “But I don’t think you do.”


“Yeah- Helen and Mark have pointy ears a little, and light hair. None of the rest of the Blackthorns are blond. They all have brown hair except Ty, and no one knows why he has black hair. Livvy doesn’t have it, and she’s his twin.” A little color and animation had come back into Emma’s face; it was clear she liked to talk about the Blackthorns.


“Maybe,” said Emma. Clary reached out and put her hand over one of Emma’s. She dreaded the answer but couldn’t keep herself from asking the question. “He didn’t Turn your parents, did he?”

“No-no,” said Emma, and now her voice was shaking.


“If you’re Jace Lightwood’s girlfriend, you should have a better sword,” Emma said suddenly, ad Clary glanced down at the blade she’d strapped on that morning, and old one she’d packed with her belongings from New York.

She touched the hilt. “This one isn’t good?”

Emma shook her head. “Not good at all.”

She sounded so serious that Clary smiled. “Thanks for the advice.”


When he looked at her, she saw that his eyes were a very dark blue, so dark, she had always thought they were black.


“Sebastian’s out there; we’re in here. Double-warded. All the Institutes emptied out. No one to protect the world from demons. Who will watch the watchers?”


“Jace,” Clary said grimly. “But the Silent Brothers have tried everything to separate Jace from the heavenly fire, and they can’t do it. It’s in his soul. So what’s their plan, hitting Sebastian over the head with Jace until he passes out?”

“Brother Zachariah said pretty much the same thing,” Jace said. “Maybe with a little less sarcasm.”


The metal was written on in an old language of humans: If I cannot reach Heaven, I will raise Hell.


“Then maybe you can help me out with something. I need an armaments shop. I want to buy a new sword. A really good one.”

Jace looked surprised, then amused. “What for?”

“Oh, you know. Killing.” Clare made a hand gesture she hoped conveyed murderous intentions toward all things evil. “I mean, I’ve been a Shadowhunter for a while now. I should have a proper weapon, right?”


Very tight.

Very leather.

Simon looked down at himself and took it all in. The billows of the shirt. The deep, chest-exposing V. The tightness of the leather.

“Why is it,” he said after a moment, “that whenever I think I’ve found the most terrible thing that could happen to me, I’m always wrong.”


“It’s a rather long story,” he drawled. “Suffice it to say that the London Institute is annoyingly well protected, and the Praetor has paid the price. I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.”

“The Praetor has nothing to do with the London Institute-“

“Oh, you’re wrong there. There’s quite a history. But it’s unimportant. You’re correct that my war is with Nephilim, which means I am also at war with their allies. This”- and he swung his free hand back to indicate the burned ruins behind him-“is my message. And you will deliver it for me.”


“He’s all right,” Helen said quickly. “He was injured. It’ll delay his arrival in Idris, but he’s all right. In fact, everyone from the London Institute is all right. The attack was unsuccessful.”

“How?” Julian’s voice was barely a whisper.

“We don;t know yet, not exactly,” said Helen.


“Yes, it is.” Diana’s eyes were shrewd. “Long ago the Morgensterns commissioned two blades from Wayland the Smith- a matched set. A larger and a smaller, for a father and his son. Because Morgenstern means Morning Star, they were each named for a different aspect of the star itself- the smaller, this one here, is called Heosphoros, which means dawn-bringer, while the larger is called Phaesphoros, or light-bringer. You have doubtless seen Phaesphoros already, for Valentine Morgenstern carried it, and now his son carries it after him.”


“I don’t want it,” Clary whispered.

“If you flinch from it, you give it power over you,” said Diana. “Take it, and cut your brothers throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.”


“Apparently there’s some kind of protection laid on the London Institute, something even the Council didn’t know about.”


Jace cried out. His body half-lifted off the ground, and the fire that had bled like slow tears from his wound rose as if gasoline had been poured on it, searing up Brother Zachariah’s arm. Wildfire consumed the parchment sleeve of Zachariah’s robe; the Silent Brother jerked away, but not before Calry saw that the blaze was rising, consuming him. In the depths of the flame, as it wavered and crackled, Clary saw a shape- the shape of a rune that looked like two wings joined by a single bar. A rune she had seen before, standing on a rooftop in Manhattan; the first rune not from the Gray Book that she had ever visualized. It flickered and disappeared, so quickly that she wondered if she had imagined it. It seemed to be a rune that appeared to her in times of stress and panic, but what did it mean?


“We don’t know that much,” said Luke. “We got a fire-message this afternoon from the Gard, but now a lot of details. London was one of the few Institutes that hadn’t emptied yet. Apparently Sebastian and his forces tried to attack. They were rebuffed by some kind of protection spell, something even the Council didn’t know about. Something that warned the Shadowhunters what was coming and led them to safety.”

“A ghost,” Magnus said. A smile hovered around his mouth. “A spirit, sworn to protect the place. She’s been there for a hundred and thirty years.”


“There was a world before Nephilim,” said Magnus. “There will be one after.”


“It was Jace, more than anyone else. It was- Did Zachariah just pick up Church?” Clary stared in astonishment. Zachariah was holding the cat, who had gone boneless, his tail curled around the former Silent Brother’s arm. “That cat hates everybody!”

Tessa gave a small smile. “I wouldn’t say everybody.”


“Heroes aren’t always the ones who win,” she said. “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.”


“Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places,” said Jace. “Perhaps hearts are the same.”


“I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations’.”


“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?” There was a sound of shattering glass, and they both sat up to see Alec glaring at them. He had dropped the empty bottle of wine he had been carrying, and there were bits of sparkly glass all over the cave floor. “WHY CAN”T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES.”


“Straight people,” Alec declared. “Why can’t they control themselves?”


We are all pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. 


2 thoughts on “City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare [Quotes]

  1. Pingback: City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare [SPOILERS] | thebookboozer

  2. Thank you for that lovely trip down memory lane 😀 I loved that Jessamine looked after the Institute after she passed. I think that that was beautiful. But the London Institute and the Praetor? I need to know what that link is!!!!


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