“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
“Most terrifying were the paintings. Every single one had been cut from its frame and ripped into strips, which were scattered across… — 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
A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What are all these?" Clary asked. "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades," Jace said, piling the weapons on… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“ Now that I'm in your mind, want to see some naked mental pictures of Jace? Simon jumped. "I heard that! And,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You look happy," he said to Clary. He swiveled his gaze to Jace. "And a good thing for you that she does."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Clary widened her eyes, which was good for keeping herself from crying. "Isabelle, can I ask you something?" "Sure," said Isabelle, wielding… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Clary, Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The vampires start to close in. "shouldn't we stand back to back or something?" Clary said. "What? Why?" "I don't know. In… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?” The tape gun fell out of Luke’s hand, and hit… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We gather here today,” said Robert, reaching out his arms expansively, “to honor my son, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, who has single-handedly destroyed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“A moment later, Helen had returned; she was walking slowly now, and carefully, her hand on the back of a thin boy… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The Queen‘s smile was wide and terrible. “What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?” “You want Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re a heartbreaker, Isabelle Lightwood,” he said, as lightly as he could with her blood still running through him like fire. “Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She pushed the bathroom door open to discover Magnus lurking on the other side, clutching a towel in one hand and his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Something to drink? Some tea?” “I don’t want tea,” said Clary, with muffled force. “I want to find my mother. And then… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I've got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Part of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her mother’s shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Magnus didn’t look at her; he was looking down at the tent, where Clary sat talking with Tessa, where Alec stood side… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She watched as he talked to Gretel and Alaric, who were standing on the steps of the old police station, waiting patiently.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No. I wanted to tell you that I was proud of you." Clary slewed around to look at her mother. "You were?"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Clary: I'd spent so much time running and fighting and desperate. And then things were ordinary. I didn't trust it. We get… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you." No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Guard what?” asked Clary. “What indeed?” With a wink the older woman reached for a sandwich from the plate, but it was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Not at all,” Simon said breezily. “Eric has turned over a new leaf. He has a girlfriend. They’ve been going out for… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You're just worried they'll hire a male instructor and he'll be hotter than you.' Jace's eyebrows went up. 'Hotter than me?' 'It… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I’ll just leave my hat with the footman,” said Jace. Madame Dorothea shot him a dark look. “If you were half as… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-" He waved a hand. "Faeries.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I think its more important for you to go than me. You‘re Valentine’s son, I‘m sure you‘re the one the Queen really… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“There is a plan." Jace slid his stele into his belt and rose fluidly to his feet. "Simon's idea for how we… — 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
“Isabelle and Simon announced their intention of going for a walk in Central Park so that she could show him the faerie… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
