“Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Mark: “A strange evening, forsooth,” he said. Emma: “Don’t you forsooth me.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Emma gasped. "You drank faerie wine? Cristina! That's how you black out and wake up the next day under a bridge with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I know you have nothing to worry about. I wasn't in love with Mark. I'll never be in love with anyone again… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You could sketch me,” said Emma. She flung herself down onto her seat, leaning her head on her hand. “ ‘Draw me like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Julian would want me to-" Emma stared "Julian would cut off his hand if you asked him to. That doesn't mean you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I thought if you stopped loving me, you'd be sad for a while. And if I was sad forever, that would be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Whoa, sexy weirdness,” said Emma. “This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle.” “It is not weird!” “It is,” said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We are bound together, Emma, bound together- I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I'm yours and you're mine,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He grinned his low-key grin and stretched. She didn't look at where his shirt rode up. There was no reason to sail… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Emma, everyone's afraid of something." Julian move slightly closer; she felt his shoulders bump hers. "We fear things because we value them.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He has a fiancée, Emma. Not even just a girlfriend. A fiancée. Who knows how long he’s even been engaged? Engaged. To… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We could—” he started, then stopped, swallowed, and started again. “We could become parabatai.” He said it shyly, half-turning his face away… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Emma —“ “I’m calling.” Emma lunged for her phone. “No!” Julian said, forcefully enough to stop her. “You know we can’t tell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re suggesting we burn down Blackthorn Manor?” said Ty, his eyebrows up around his hairline. “Oddly,” Magnus muttered, “you wouldn’t be the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Truth is to be found in dreams,” the King said, looking down at them. From this angle, Emma could see that odd… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Julian: “Wikipedia knows about everything. It might be run by warlocks.” Emma: “You think that’s what they do all day in the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And if we don't have Energy runes, we'll have to get our energy the old-fashioned way." Mark looked puzzled. "Drugs?" "Chocolate," Emma… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Revenge isn't family, Emma. It isn't a friend, and it's a cold bedfellow” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's braver not to fight. Protect them, and save your vengeance for another day.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I am so ready to hunt down those tiny adorable creatures and give them what for,” said Emma. “SO READY.” “Emma . . .” “I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We're late," she said, "The show is supposed to start in ten minutes. If some people hadn't decided that 'semiformal' meant 'seminaked'-"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“This cat is looking at me with judgment.”“He’s not,” said Jules. “That’s just his face.”“You look at me the same way,” Mark… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He picked up the sketchbook, turning it so she could see his work - a gorgeous rendition of a stone bridge they'd… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
