“Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re right. He’s too old to be a student. I think I had him for chem last year.” Clary laughed out loud.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission." "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
