Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In future, Clarissa," he said, "it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She had imagined Jace leaping from the bed in astonishment and gasping something like "Egad!" This didn't happen-largely, she suspected, because Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Rule number one of anime," Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She turned to look at Sebastian, lying on the bed. He was shirtless, and even in the dim light the old whip… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It made him feel indispensable and needed - even if the fact that Jocelyn didn't appear to care wheather he slept in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, what? Sophie-" "I hit her on the head with a mirror," Sophie said hopelessly. "One of those silver-backed ones, so it… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way.… — 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
