The Blessed Damozel, 1878, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

City of Bones, page 62:

Jace was seated at the grand piano…She must have made some noise because he twisted around on the stool, blinking in the shadows. “Alec?” he said. “Is that you?”

Clockwork Angel, page 100:

A boy with a violin propped against his shoulder. His cheek rested against the instrument, and the bow sawed back and forth over the strings, wringing notes out of it, notes as fine and perfect as anything Tessa had ever heard. His eyes were closed. "Will?" he said, without opening his eyes or ceasing to play. "Will, is that you?"

Queen of Air and Darkness, page 19:

A door opened at the top of the steps, and light spilled onto the dark landing. "Julian?" Emma called. "Julian, is that you?"

Chain of Iron, page 383:

James was still pushing against him, stiff armed, but his movements were slower now, his chest no longer heaving. "Matthew," he whispered. "Matthew, is that you?"

i have returned to the emptiness which inevitably follows reading a very very good book and having nothing to read afterwards because i can't think of anything that would be as good...(this is my not so subtle way of asking if anyone knows books similar to the charioteer and can recommend them 😭)

After I read the scene where Laurie recognises a bit of Andrew in an old photograph of Ralph, I went back to re-read (again) the part where Laurie meets Andrew for the first time because I was absolutely convinced there must be something in how he's described that clues you into Laurie making an unconscious connection to Ralph...only thing I came away with is that Laurie really likes blonds 😭

maybe it's time for Thomas to stop ‘waiting for Alastair to look back’ and start going after him

“𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓘 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂.” My copy of Chain of Iron hasn’t arrived yet 😭

(Cordelia Carstairs from “Chain of Gold” by @cassandraclare )

Elizabeth Montgomery and Agnes Moorehead as Samantha and Endora in Bewitched

Bertolt Brecht

The heather in bloom

what studying literature feels like

did it hurt? when you forget your headphones and couldn’t romanticise your walk home?