Do you remember when we stood together on Blackfriars Bridge?” he asked softly, and his eyes were like that night had been,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's a coffee cup." She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup." "I can't wait… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting… — 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
