The kitchen was bright, cheerful yellow, the walls decorated with framed chalk and pencil sketches Simon and Rebecca had done in grade… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was dark in the alcove, so dark that Jace was only an outline of shadows and gold. His body pinned Clary's… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You don't think I can fight." Tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery gaze with her own. "Because I'm a girl."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will tossed his apple core into the air, at the same time drawing a knife from his belt and throwing it. The… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it? — 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
