“And then Jace’s boredom exploded into a million pieces as the girl with the red hair stepped out from behind a pillar.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James said without opening his eyes. "I would say that I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm sure… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health." - City of Bones (said by… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It was the girl with red hair and her friend. Jace stood up straight. The girl had taken her hair out of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sorry. Was it awful?” “Being a rat? No. First it was disorienting. I was suddenly at ankle-level with everyone. I thought I'd… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You like the party? Is it in honour of anything? My cat's birthday. Where's your cat? I don't know, he ran away.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Knock her out,” Alec muttered, under his breath. “Just . . . clonk her on the head with something." “Just go,” Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re staring,” Alec said. His voice was clipped, disapproving. “At that girl. With the red hair.” "The one with the dark-haired friend?”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle glanced quizzically toward the bar entrance. The red-haired girl was smiling. Jace wondered if Isabelle saw her. There was something about… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“Well you can go ahead and hand your head out the window if you feel like it" "I'm a werewolf not a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
