“Whoa, sexy weirdness,” said Emma. “This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle.” “It is not weird!” “It is,” said Emma. “You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war.” “Emma!” “Hot faerie threesome,” said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He has a fiancée, Emma. Not even just a girlfriend. A fiancée. Who knows how long he’s even been engaged? Engaged. To get married.” “I’ll crash the wedding,” Emma suggested. “I’ll jump out of the cake, but not in a… — 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 law. “I wonder what other family mottoes are,” Emma mused. “Do you know any?” “The Lightwood family motto is ‘We mean well.’ ” “Very funny.” Julian looked over at her. “No, really, it actually is.” “Seriously? So… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share
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
