Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“All these were things he could not want, because they were the things he could not have, and wanting you could not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game?… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“ Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
