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Still #1: Simon and Clary at Club Pandemonium
Chapter 1: Pandemonium, Page 7
Clary slowed her dancing and stared. She could just make out that the shapes were boys, tall and wearing black clothes. She couldn’t have said how she knew that they were following the other boy, but she did. She could see it in the way they paced him, their careful watchfulness, the slinking grace of their movements. A small flower of apprehension began to open inside her chest.
Still #2: Jace stalking Clary at the coffee shop
Chapter 3: Shadowhunter, Pages 39-40
(This one didn’t match up, because they shot the scene differently and his costume isn’t what the books describes.)
She turned around.
Sitting on a faded green sofa a few feet away from her was Jace. He was wearing the same dark clothes from the other night before in the club. His arms were bare and covered with faint white lines like old scars. His wrists bore wide metal cuffs; she could see the bone handle of a knife protruding from the left one. He was looking right at her, the side of his narrow mouth quirked in amusement. Worse than the feeling of being laughed at was Clary’s absolute conviction that he hadn’t been sitting there five minutes ago.
Still #3: Isabelle getting Clary ready before Magnus’s party
Chapter 11: Magnus Bane, Page 210
“Your hair,” Isabelle said. “It needs fixing. Desperately. Sit.”
She pointed imperiously toward the vanity table. Clary sat, and squinched her eyes shut as Isabelle yanked her hair out of it’s braids – none too kindly – brushed it out, and shoved what felt like bobby pins into it. She opened her eyes just as a powder puff smacked her in the face, releasing a dense cloud of glitter. Clary coughed and glared and Isabelle accusingly.
The other girl laughed. “Don’t look at me. Look at yourself.”
Glancing in the mirror, Clary saw that Isabelle had pulled her hair up in an elegant swirl on the top of her head, held in place with sparkling pins. Clary was reminded suddenly of her dream, the heavy hair weighing down, dancing with Simon…She stirred restlessly.
“Don’t get up yet.” Isabelle said. “We’re not done yet.” She seized an eyeliner pen. “Open your eyes.”
Clary widened her eyes, which was good for keeping herself from crying. “Isabelle, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” said Isabelle, wielding the eyeliner expertly.
“Is Alec gay?”
Still #4: Jace and Clary in the greenhouse
Chapter 17: Midnight Flower, Page 315
(I’m writing out the entire kissing scene, you can thank me later!)
“We should probably go downstairs,” he said again. She was sure she was making him uncomfortable with the staring, but she didn’t seem to be able to stop.
“All right,” she said finally. To her relief, her voice sounded normal. It was further relief to look away from him as she turned around. The moon, directly overhead now, lit everything nearly to daylight brightness. In between one step and another she saw a white spark struck off something on the floor: It was the knife Jace had been using to cut apples, lying on its side. She jerked hastily back to avoid stepping on it, and her shoulder bumped his – he put a hand out to steady her, just as she turned to apologize, and then she was somehow in the circle of his arm and he was kissing her.
It was at first almost as if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her: His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she’d wanted to do since the first time she’s seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ear, like beating wings.
Still #5: Clary and Jace on the demon energized motorcycle
Epilogue: The Ascent Beckons, Page 483
(This is obviously from the epilogue, don’t even try to say it’s from Hotel Dumont)
“But where did you get it?” Clary demanded, staring at the motorcycle perched at the edge of the cathedral’s roof. It was a shiny poison green, with silver-rimmed wheels and bright flames painted on the seat.
“Magnus was complaining that someone had left it outside his house the last time he had a party,” said Jace. “I convinced him to give it to me.”
“And you flew it up here?” She was still staring.
“Uh-huh. I’m getting pretty good at it.” He swung a leg over the seat, and beckoned her to come and sit behind him. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Well, a t least you know it works this time,” she said, getting on behind him. “If we crash into the parking lot of a Key Food, I’ll kill you, you know that?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Jace. “There are no parking lots on the Upper East Side. Why drive when you can get your groceries delivered?” The bike started with a roar, drowning out his laugh. Shrieking, Clary grabbed hold of his belt as the bike hurtled down the slanted roof of the Institute and launched itself into space.
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