city of heavenly fire: aka the book in which jem carstairs and alec lightwood finally sighed and said “the sweet and nice parabatai my ass” because they got so done with everybody’s bullshit and unleashed the sass monster that was inside them all along
This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.