“But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake.… — 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
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
