He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The Sisters vanished entirely then, and Aunt Harriet was standing over Tessa, her face flushed with fever as it had been during… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There must always be a first," said Jem. "It is not easy to be first, and it is not always rewarding, but… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa: "A little girl robbed you?" Will: "Actually, she wasn't a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Look, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said. "They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I imagine that it will not be easy to persuade Mortmain into a bonnet," Magnus observed. "Though the color would be fetching… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. " I'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Though Will was saying earlier,” Tessa added, “that heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Hello, hello.” Magnus swept toward them..."Alec, my darling, Clary. And rat-boy." He swept a bow toward Simon, who looked annoyed. "To what… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I dislike boats," Ragnor observed, looking around. "I get vilely seasick." The turning green joke was too easy. Magnus was not going… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's Simon. He's missing." "Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?" "Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I tend to write in coffee shops and restaurants with friends of mine because if I'm at home, I get distracted by… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You're so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A little girl robbed you?" Tessa said. "Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget… — 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
