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(although I hope Jem does get her in the end!)
Claire wrote: "Tessa won't marry Jem. She can't. Cassandra Clare won't disappoint the Will fans like that!
(although I hope Jem does get her in the end!)"
I think all this waiting for Clockwork Princess is going to give me heart failure!!! All this obsessing CAN'T be good for me!:D
(although I hope Jem does get her in the end!)"
I think all this waiting for Clockwork Princess is going to give me heart failure!!! All this obsessing CAN'T be good for me!:D

i really hope its the latter though!
Melssabellum wrote: "I think one of two things will happen, 1. Jem dies, (it could happen, no one knows when his "illness" will finally kill him) 2. Jem finds someone else and him and Tess break it off and Tessa ends u..."
But what about the new series Cassie's been talking about? The main character's name is Emma CARSTAIRS. Either Jem has siblings/more likely, he has a kid, who is Emma's ancestor.
But what about the new series Cassie's been talking about? The main character's name is Emma CARSTAIRS. Either Jem has siblings/more likely, he has a kid, who is Emma's ancestor.

Does anyone know when it is actually being released?
Claire wrote: "OOH. I hope he has a kid, that would be cool! :)
Does anyone know when it is actually being released?"
November/December, 2012 originally, though it has now been moved toMarch 2013!! SO FAR AWAY!!!
Does anyone know when it is actually being released?"
November/December, 2012 originally, though it has now been moved toMarch 2013!! SO FAR AWAY!!!

Tiffany wrote: "It makes me sad that we must wait soooo long I think waiting is going kill me lol but I can't wait I still don't know who to go for Jem or will cuz their both soooo amazing"
I don't know who has the most difficulty picking between the two guys - me or Tessa!!
I don't know who has the most difficulty picking between the two guys - me or Tessa!!
Booknut wrote: "Tiffany wrote: "It makes me sad that we must wait soooo long I think waiting is going kill me lol but I can't wait I still don't know who to go for Jem or will cuz their both soooo amazing"
I don..."
lol
I don..."
lol


November/December, 2012 originally, though it has now been moved toMarch 2013..."
now its march?!?!?! ugh!
Emily wrote: "Jem + Cecily!!
Will + Tessa"
That's personally what I see happening after reading the teasers!
Will + Tessa"
That's personally what I see happening after reading the teasers!

“I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left —”
O.o
Anna wrote: "*squeals while jumping up and down* LOVE the pic and LOVE that quote!!!!"
Notice that Will's shirt is transparent!:D VERY accurate depiction of that scene to be sure!
Notice that Will's shirt is transparent!:D VERY accurate depiction of that scene to be sure!

I'll squeal with you!!!! Omigah the pic and quote is soooo amazing!!!

It doesn't have to be necessarily that.
Cassandra Clare said that Jem has an uncle still alive. So there's a Carstairs somewhere in the world, besides Jem.
Emma may not be directly related to Jem.

He is the sweetest, most caring guy ever. He says the wisest, most romantic things +.+ And he plays the violin +.+ OMG!!
And he's half Asian and half British, which is very interesting.
He loves Tessa so much and his life was always so difficult. He deserves to be happy so I hope he ends up with her.
I didn't like Will at all in the beginning. He was so mean. I always felt like slapping him.
However, now that I know what was going on with him I like him and his pain over his family and over Tessa and Jem's relationship really touched me but I still feel that he has to make amends. He still has to prove me that he is, in fact, an awesome young man.
Lucy wrote: "I wish with all my being that Jem doesn't die. I love him so much. +.+
He is the sweetest, most caring guy ever. He says the wisest, most romantic things +.+ And he plays the violin +.+ OMG!!
And h..."
I love that last bit about making amends! Because, really, I felt at the end that asking Tessa to return his affections after everything was still asking alot of her. I would like, in the next book, for Will to show some initiative and make amends to Tessa for having treated her the way he did. Even with all his problems, if you push someone away, you owe them the courtesy of proving to them the kind of person you really are. It's like we never saw the true Will. I'm interested in seeing who he is!
He is the sweetest, most caring guy ever. He says the wisest, most romantic things +.+ And he plays the violin +.+ OMG!!
And h..."
I love that last bit about making amends! Because, really, I felt at the end that asking Tessa to return his affections after everything was still asking alot of her. I would like, in the next book, for Will to show some initiative and make amends to Tessa for having treated her the way he did. Even with all his problems, if you push someone away, you owe them the courtesy of proving to them the kind of person you really are. It's like we never saw the true Will. I'm interested in seeing who he is!

He is the sweetest, most caring guy ever. He says the wisest, most romantic things +.+ And he plays the violin +..."
Thanks.
Yes, that is exactly what I think! I mean, Will was really cruel. He was mean. He acted in a way and said things just to willingly hurt Tessa.
You can't broke someone's heart and then tell some story, however truth it may contain, and hope that it is like nothing happened between you two.
You have to live with the fact that you did this to you two. You broke the bond. Or you tried to do so therefore you have to deal with the consequences.
And if you really want that person back, you have to do everything you can to porve that you changed or that you never meant to hurt her in the first place.
Make amends, like I said.
I agree. We never saw the true WIll Herondale. We were very close in the Will/Jem scenes but still, Will was always holding back.
I want to see the real him as well.
I think that one of my biggest fangirl moments was in the clockwork prince.
SPOILER ALERT
Like the proposal, when Will found out the curse was not real, when Will was totally heartbroken realising he could never have Tessa.
For the proposal I squealed so loud but I was like freaked out too like no what about Will this can't happen.
And when Will found out the curse was not real I was jumping around in the living room like a maniac.
And when Will found out Jem had proposed to Tessa I was literally crying and I was so heartbroken.
But I think my friend has the biggest fangirl moments she like squeals so loud and goes crazy when she reads stuff like this in books she reads
SPOILER ALERT
Like the proposal, when Will found out the curse was not real, when Will was totally heartbroken realising he could never have Tessa.
For the proposal I squealed so loud but I was like freaked out too like no what about Will this can't happen.
And when Will found out the curse was not real I was jumping around in the living room like a maniac.
And when Will found out Jem had proposed to Tessa I was literally crying and I was so heartbroken.
But I think my friend has the biggest fangirl moments she like squeals so loud and goes crazy when she reads stuff like this in books she reads

SPOILER ALERT
Like the proposal, when Will found out the curse was not real, when Will was totally heartbroken realisin..."
haha i did the same as you!! i was squealing and jumping around and calling my friend who was also reading about so we could squeal together;)
Isabelle wrote: "I think that one of my biggest fangirl moments was in the clockwork prince.
SPOILER ALERT
Like the proposal, when Will found out the curse was not real, when Will was totally heartbroken realisin..."
I WAS CRYING SO HARD during the part where Will is like "Then there is hope!" and I KNEW Jem and Tessa were engaged, and I was crying, badly, and thinking "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" What are the odds of her getting engaged the SAME DAY Will finds out his curse is non existent?!!!
SPOILER ALERT
Like the proposal, when Will found out the curse was not real, when Will was totally heartbroken realisin..."
I WAS CRYING SO HARD during the part where Will is like "Then there is hope!" and I KNEW Jem and Tessa were engaged, and I was crying, badly, and thinking "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" What are the odds of her getting engaged the SAME DAY Will finds out his curse is non existent?!!!



"all the unforgivable things i've said to tessa" when he said that i was like GO APOLOGIZE TO HER RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!! HURRY!!! BEFORE IT'S TO LATE..


Saw this on Tumblr - totally not related, but the words were so bittersweet they reminded me of the Infernal Devices, or even Mortal Instruments. Very poetic.

Saw this on Tumblr - totally not related, but the words were so bittersweet they reminded me of the Infernal Devices, or even Mortal Instruments. Very poetic."
very poetic! it definitely reminds me of the mortal instruments!


Olivia wrote: "This book had me crying and rolling around on the floor in a ball! WILL AND TESSA ARE MEANT FOR EACHOTHER!!!!!!!! Jem should be with Cecily, then everyones happy!"
*nods solemnly* Agreed!
*nods solemnly* Agreed!

*nods solemnly* A..."
I just couldn't believe it!!!!! I was already in tears when Tessa said yes to Jem and then Will confessed his love for her and I just lost it.

THE WILL's FEAR OF DUCKS SHORT:
http://www.cassandraclare.com/my-writ...
Will kicked his heels impatiently against the legs of the library table. If Charlotte were there, she would have told him to stop damaging the furniture, though half the furniture in the library already bore the marks of years of abuse — chips in the pillars where he and Jem had been practicing swordplay outside the training room, scuffed shoe-prints on the windowseats where he’d sat for hours reading. Books with turned-down pages and broken spines, fingerprints on the walls.
Of course if Charlotte were there, they wouldn’t be doing what they were currently doing, either, which was watching Tessa Change form from herself to Camille and back again. Jem sat beside Will on the library table, occasionally calling out encouragement or advice. Will, leaning back on his hands with an apple he had stolen from the kitchen beside him, was pretending to be barely paying attention.
But paying attention he was. Tessa was pacing up and down the room, her hands clenched at her sides in concentration. It was fascinating to watch her Change: there was a ripple, as of the smooth water of a pond disturbed by a thrown pebble, and her dark hair would thread through with blond, her body curving and changing in such a way that Will found it impossible to pull his eyes away. It was not usually considered polite to stare at a lady in such a direct way, and yet he was glad of the chance . . .
He was, wasn’t he? He blinked his eyes as if meaning to clear his head. Camille was beautiful — one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. But her beauty left him cold. It was, as he had said to Jem, like a dead flower pressed under glass. If his heart was beating hard and his gaze was caught, it was by Tessa herself. He told himself it was the fascination of such unusual magic, not the rather adorable scowl that twisted her features when she had difficulty capturing Camille’s gliding walk — or the way her dress slipped away from her collarbones and down her shoulder when she turned back into herself, or the way her dark hair, coming unpinned, clung to her cheeks and neck as she shook her head in frustration —
He picked up the apple by his side and began ostentatiously polishing it on his shirtfront, hoping it would hide the sudden shaking in his hands. Feelings for Tessa Gray were not acceptable. Feelings for anyone were dangerous, but feelings for a girl who was actually living in the Institute — someone who had become an intricate part of their plans, who he could not avoid — were especially so.
He knew what he had to do in such a circumstance. Drive her away; hurt her; make her hate him. And yet everything in him rebelled against the idea. It was because she was alone, vulnerable, he told himself. It would be such a great cruelty to do it . . .
She stopped where she was, throwing her arms up, and making a noise of frustration. “I simply cannot walk in that manner!” she exclaimed. “The way Camille simply seems to glide . . .”
“You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will said, though it wasn’t strictly true. It was as cruel as he felt he could be, and Tessa rewarded him with a sharp look of reproof.. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.”
“I do not walk like a duck.”
“I like ducks,” Jem said. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He grinned sideways at Will, and Will knew what he was remembering: he was remembering the same thing. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”
He felt Jem shake with laughter beside him. What Jem did not know was that Will’s feelings about ducks — and yes, he knew it was ridiculous to have complicated feelings about waterfowl, but he could not help it — were caught up with his memories of his childhood. In Wales, there had been a duck pond in front of the manor. As a child, Will had often gone out to throw bits of stale bread to the ducks. It amused him to watch them quacking and fighting over the remains of his breakfast toast. Or it did, until one of the ducks — a particularly large mallard – upon realizing that Will had no more bread in his pockets, raced at the boy and bit him sharply on the finger.
Will had only been six years old, and had retreated posthaste to the house, where Ella, already eight and immeasurably superior, had burst out laughing at his story and then bandaged up his finger. Will would have thought no more about it had it not been that on the next morning, upon leaving the house through the kitchen door, meaning to play the back garden, he had been arrested by the sight of the same black mallard, its beady eyes fixed on him. Before Will could move, it had darted at him and bitten him viciously on his other hand; by the time he had an opportunity to yell, the offending bird had vanished into the shrubbery.
This time, when Ella bandaged his finger, she said, “What did you do to the poor creature, Will? I’ve never heard of a duck planning revenge before.”
“Nothing!” Will protested indignantly. “I just didn’t have any more bread for it, so it bit me.”
Ella gave him a doubting look. But that night, before Will went to bed, he drew back the curtains of his bedroom to look out on the stars — and saw, motionless in the middle of the courtyard, the small black figure of a duck, eyes fixed on his bedroom window.
His yell brought Ella running. Together they stared out the window at the duck, which appeared ready to remain there all night. Finally, Ella shook her head. “I shall manage this,” she said, and with a toss of her black braids, she stalked downstairs.
Through the window, Will saw her come out of the house. She marched up to the duck and bent down over it. For a moment, they appeared to be in intense conversation. After a few minutes, she straightened up, and the duck spun round, and with a final shake of its tailfeathers, strode out of the courtyard. Ella turned and came back inside.
When she returned to Will’s room, he was sitting on the bed and looking up at her with enormous eyes. “What did you do?”
She smiled smugly. “We came to an agreement, the duck and I.”
“What kind of agreement?”
Ella bent down and, brushing aside his thick black curls, kissed his forehead. “Nothing you need to worry about, cariad. Go to sleep.”
Will did, and the duck never bothered him again. For years afterward he would ask Ella what she had done to get rid of the blasted thing, and she would only shake with silent laughter and say nothing. When he had fled from his house after her death, and was halfway to London, he had remembered her kissing him on the forehead — an unusual gesture for Ella, who was not as openly affectionate as Cecily, who he could never seen to detach from clinging on to his sleeves — and the memory had been like a hot knife going into him; he had curled up around the pain and cried.
Throwing poultry pies at the ducks in the park had been helpful, oddly; he had thought Ella, Ella, at first, but Jem’s laughter had blown away some of the pain of the memory, and he had only thought how glad his sister would have been to have seen him laughing there in that green space, and how he had once had people who loved him, and still did now, even if it was only one.
“They ate it too,” Will said, taking a bite of his apple. He was practiced enough now that he knew none of what he had been thinking showed on his face. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
Tessa looked at him sideways, and for a single moment, Will had the unnerving feeling that perhaps she saw through him better than he had imagined. She was Tessa then; her eyes were gray as the sea, and for a long pause all he could do was look at her, all else forgotten — apples, vampires, ducks, and everything else in the world that was not Tessa Gray.
“Ducks,” Jem muttered beside him, too low for Tessa to hear. “You are mad, you know that?”
Will dropped his eyes from Tessa’s. “Oh, I know.”
http://www.cassandraclare.com/my-writ...
Will kicked his heels impatiently against the legs of the library table. If Charlotte were there, she would have told him to stop damaging the furniture, though half the furniture in the library already bore the marks of years of abuse — chips in the pillars where he and Jem had been practicing swordplay outside the training room, scuffed shoe-prints on the windowseats where he’d sat for hours reading. Books with turned-down pages and broken spines, fingerprints on the walls.
Of course if Charlotte were there, they wouldn’t be doing what they were currently doing, either, which was watching Tessa Change form from herself to Camille and back again. Jem sat beside Will on the library table, occasionally calling out encouragement or advice. Will, leaning back on his hands with an apple he had stolen from the kitchen beside him, was pretending to be barely paying attention.
But paying attention he was. Tessa was pacing up and down the room, her hands clenched at her sides in concentration. It was fascinating to watch her Change: there was a ripple, as of the smooth water of a pond disturbed by a thrown pebble, and her dark hair would thread through with blond, her body curving and changing in such a way that Will found it impossible to pull his eyes away. It was not usually considered polite to stare at a lady in such a direct way, and yet he was glad of the chance . . .
He was, wasn’t he? He blinked his eyes as if meaning to clear his head. Camille was beautiful — one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. But her beauty left him cold. It was, as he had said to Jem, like a dead flower pressed under glass. If his heart was beating hard and his gaze was caught, it was by Tessa herself. He told himself it was the fascination of such unusual magic, not the rather adorable scowl that twisted her features when she had difficulty capturing Camille’s gliding walk — or the way her dress slipped away from her collarbones and down her shoulder when she turned back into herself, or the way her dark hair, coming unpinned, clung to her cheeks and neck as she shook her head in frustration —
He picked up the apple by his side and began ostentatiously polishing it on his shirtfront, hoping it would hide the sudden shaking in his hands. Feelings for Tessa Gray were not acceptable. Feelings for anyone were dangerous, but feelings for a girl who was actually living in the Institute — someone who had become an intricate part of their plans, who he could not avoid — were especially so.
He knew what he had to do in such a circumstance. Drive her away; hurt her; make her hate him. And yet everything in him rebelled against the idea. It was because she was alone, vulnerable, he told himself. It would be such a great cruelty to do it . . .
She stopped where she was, throwing her arms up, and making a noise of frustration. “I simply cannot walk in that manner!” she exclaimed. “The way Camille simply seems to glide . . .”
“You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will said, though it wasn’t strictly true. It was as cruel as he felt he could be, and Tessa rewarded him with a sharp look of reproof.. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.”
“I do not walk like a duck.”
“I like ducks,” Jem said. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He grinned sideways at Will, and Will knew what he was remembering: he was remembering the same thing. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”
He felt Jem shake with laughter beside him. What Jem did not know was that Will’s feelings about ducks — and yes, he knew it was ridiculous to have complicated feelings about waterfowl, but he could not help it — were caught up with his memories of his childhood. In Wales, there had been a duck pond in front of the manor. As a child, Will had often gone out to throw bits of stale bread to the ducks. It amused him to watch them quacking and fighting over the remains of his breakfast toast. Or it did, until one of the ducks — a particularly large mallard – upon realizing that Will had no more bread in his pockets, raced at the boy and bit him sharply on the finger.
Will had only been six years old, and had retreated posthaste to the house, where Ella, already eight and immeasurably superior, had burst out laughing at his story and then bandaged up his finger. Will would have thought no more about it had it not been that on the next morning, upon leaving the house through the kitchen door, meaning to play the back garden, he had been arrested by the sight of the same black mallard, its beady eyes fixed on him. Before Will could move, it had darted at him and bitten him viciously on his other hand; by the time he had an opportunity to yell, the offending bird had vanished into the shrubbery.
This time, when Ella bandaged his finger, she said, “What did you do to the poor creature, Will? I’ve never heard of a duck planning revenge before.”
“Nothing!” Will protested indignantly. “I just didn’t have any more bread for it, so it bit me.”
Ella gave him a doubting look. But that night, before Will went to bed, he drew back the curtains of his bedroom to look out on the stars — and saw, motionless in the middle of the courtyard, the small black figure of a duck, eyes fixed on his bedroom window.
His yell brought Ella running. Together they stared out the window at the duck, which appeared ready to remain there all night. Finally, Ella shook her head. “I shall manage this,” she said, and with a toss of her black braids, she stalked downstairs.
Through the window, Will saw her come out of the house. She marched up to the duck and bent down over it. For a moment, they appeared to be in intense conversation. After a few minutes, she straightened up, and the duck spun round, and with a final shake of its tailfeathers, strode out of the courtyard. Ella turned and came back inside.
When she returned to Will’s room, he was sitting on the bed and looking up at her with enormous eyes. “What did you do?”
She smiled smugly. “We came to an agreement, the duck and I.”
“What kind of agreement?”
Ella bent down and, brushing aside his thick black curls, kissed his forehead. “Nothing you need to worry about, cariad. Go to sleep.”
Will did, and the duck never bothered him again. For years afterward he would ask Ella what she had done to get rid of the blasted thing, and she would only shake with silent laughter and say nothing. When he had fled from his house after her death, and was halfway to London, he had remembered her kissing him on the forehead — an unusual gesture for Ella, who was not as openly affectionate as Cecily, who he could never seen to detach from clinging on to his sleeves — and the memory had been like a hot knife going into him; he had curled up around the pain and cried.
Throwing poultry pies at the ducks in the park had been helpful, oddly; he had thought Ella, Ella, at first, but Jem’s laughter had blown away some of the pain of the memory, and he had only thought how glad his sister would have been to have seen him laughing there in that green space, and how he had once had people who loved him, and still did now, even if it was only one.
“They ate it too,” Will said, taking a bite of his apple. He was practiced enough now that he knew none of what he had been thinking showed on his face. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
Tessa looked at him sideways, and for a single moment, Will had the unnerving feeling that perhaps she saw through him better than he had imagined. She was Tessa then; her eyes were gray as the sea, and for a long pause all he could do was look at her, all else forgotten — apples, vampires, ducks, and everything else in the world that was not Tessa Gray.
“Ducks,” Jem muttered beside him, too low for Tessa to hear. “You are mad, you know that?”
Will dropped his eyes from Tessa’s. “Oh, I know.”

http://www.cassandraclare.com/my-writ...
Will kicked his heels impatiently against the legs of the library table. If Charlotte were there, ..."
YES!
Look what I found on Tumblr! (a question asked of Cassie that she replied to!!)
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word of the book? If it isn't a spoiler, obviously XD PLEASEEEE!!! (♥.♥) - nephilim-circle
CASSIE: Sure, but the book’s not revised, so it may well not stay that way!
“Silence.”
THE LAST WORD OF CPrincess is SILENCE?!!
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word of the book? If it isn't a spoiler, obviously XD PLEASEEEE!!! (♥.♥) - nephilim-circle
CASSIE: Sure, but the book’s not revised, so it may well not stay that way!
“Silence.”
THE LAST WORD OF CPrincess is SILENCE?!!

QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word of the book? If..."
AAAHHH O my! It's only one word and I'm already intrigued!
Another cool post: (all from Cassie's Tumblr)
QUESTION: Hey Cassie, first of all some lovely greetings from Germany :) I've started re-reading Clockwork Angel today and there was this one line which intrigued me. When Charlotte and Henry first seek out Mortmain, he talks about how he saw a warlock create a ring that could transport the wearer to another location by twisting it around his finger. Well, I can't help but wonder if it's the same ring Sebastian uses in CoLS or am I just overanalyzing things? - brandedsoul
CASSIE: Yep. Same ring/s. Valentine also uses a variant on them in City of Bones.
QUESTION: Hey Cassie, first of all some lovely greetings from Germany :) I've started re-reading Clockwork Angel today and there was this one line which intrigued me. When Charlotte and Henry first seek out Mortmain, he talks about how he saw a warlock create a ring that could transport the wearer to another location by twisting it around his finger. Well, I can't help but wonder if it's the same ring Sebastian uses in CoLS or am I just overanalyzing things? - brandedsoul
CASSIE: Yep. Same ring/s. Valentine also uses a variant on them in City of Bones.

http://www.cassandraclare.com/my-writ...
Will kicked his heels impatiently against the legs of the library table. If Charlotte were there, ..."
OMYGOODNESS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEEDED A DOSE OF WILLIAM! THANK YOU BOOKNUT YOU JUST MADE MY DAY!!!!!!!!!!

QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word of the book? If..."
SILENCE?! Oh I hope it's something like Will and Tessa finally settled down together in a peaceful silence Well actually I couldn't imagine Will not talking so...I really hope it's not anything bad!!!! *bites nails nervously*

QUESTION: Hey Cassie, first of all some lovely greetings from Germany :) I've started re-reading Clockwork Angel today and there was this one line whi..."
That's so cool!!!!!! I love all of Clare's connections between the series! :D

Oh goodness I was too! I was crying so hard..! TESSA NEEDS TO END UP WITH WILL!!!! THERE.IS.NO.OTHER.OPTION!!! But I also don't want Jem to die! I hope he just ends up with Cecily!

Agreed :)
Anna wrote: "Booknut wrote: "Look what I found on Tumblr! (a question asked of Cassie that she replied to!!)
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word..."
Or even, "Will smiled at Tessa and together they watched the ducks in silence."
:D
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word..."
Or even, "Will smiled at Tessa and together they watched the ducks in silence."
:D
Anna wrote: "Booknut wrote: "Look what I found on Tumblr! (a question asked of Cassie that she replied to!!)
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word..."
Or even, "Will smiled at Tessa and together they watched the ducks in silence."
:D
QUESTION: So... now that you finished CP2 can you PLEEEEEASE tell us what is the last last last word..."
Or even, "Will smiled at Tessa and together they watched the ducks in silence."
:D