For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Your place is with me,” Jem said. “It always will be.” “What do you mean?” He flushed, the color dark against his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
