Favorite scenes from The Infernal Devices: Jem comes back;
London, Blackfriars Bridge, 2008
Her heart stopped.
For the voice she heard was not the soft, silent voice-within-her-mind of Brother Zachariah.
This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet …
Slowly she turned, away from the balustrade. And stared.
He stood on the pavement in front of her, smiling shyly, hands in the pockets of a pair of very modern jeans. He wore a blue cotton jumper pushed up to the elbows. Faint white scars decorated his forearms like lacework. She could see the shape of the rune of Quietude, which had been so black and strong against his skin, faded now to a faint imprint of silver.
“Jem?” she whispered, realizing why she had not seen him when she’d been searching the crowd for him. She had been looking for Brother Zachariah.
But this was not Brother Zachariah.
This was Jem.
but what if you became a famous actor or actress and then you were asked to do a film and you accepted but then your costar was your celebrity crush that you used to blog about at 3am and you used to cry over their face and their general life decisions