Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?" - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for digestion." - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He was all silver and ashes, not like Will's strong colors of blue and black and gold.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when-" The carriage door flew… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You bit de Quincey," he said. "You fool. He's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire." "I had… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“If you have a soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will rolled up his sleeves. "We'll probably have to knock down the door--" "Or," said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Do you think Charlotte will let me handle the investigation?" "Do you think you can be trusted in Downworld? The gaming hells,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will bounded up onto one of the ladders and yanked a book off the shelf. "I'll find you something else to read.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Her whole body ached; she ached, as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside her.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.” - Jem Carstairs — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.' 'Was that before or after he tried… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“When Will says 'enterprising', he means 'morally deficient.'" "No, I mean enterprising," said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "your on fire. You do know that, don't you?" "Oh, yes," Henry said eagerly. The flames were… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
