There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“As she looked, the smoke puffing out of the chimney stopped curling upward and began to take on the shape of a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon?” “Yeah?” “Can you tell me a story?” He blinked. “What kind of story?” “Something where the good guys win and the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She laced her fingers through his. "Good night," she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“His hands lay flat on either side of him, his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing; she wasn't… — 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
