I don’t want to be Nephilim,” said Jace. “I want to be something else. Stronger, faster, better than human. But different. Not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
By the Angel, this place is barely better than a penny gaff,” Gideon said. “Gabriel, don’t look at anything unless I tell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You and your name dropping he said, I knew Michael, I knew Sammael. The angel Gabriel did my hair. Its like I'm… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He held her close enough to kiss, close enough to whisper the most important secrets in the world, and he spoke to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
By the Angel, Bridget’s depressing,” said Henry, setting down his newspaper directly on his plate and causing the edge to soak through… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Aline: "He's cute, for a Downworlder" Sebastian: "You'll have to forgive her; she has the face of an angel and the manners… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He remembered his father saying that when angels fell, they fell in anguish, because once they had seen the face of God,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I believe that authors don't have a responsibility to include "messages" in their work, but they do have a responsibility to write… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
