“You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"—he laughed soundlessly without any… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The voice was Clary's. He would know it from anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
His eyes softened. "But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon!" The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
