“Beautiful like all the Shadowhunters were beautiful, like moonlight shearing off the edges of broken glass: lovely and deadly. Beautiful things, cruel… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Ty: All the lights and the shouting and the people. It's like broken glass in my head. Kit: What about fighting? Battles,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Honestly, Jace,” she said, as gently as she’d touched him, “don’t you know better than to play with broken glass?” He made… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The vampires start to close in. "shouldn't we stand back to back or something?" Clary said. "What? Why?" "I don't know. In… — 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
