Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They think they're better than everyone else." "No," said Jace. "I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Faeries are fallen angels," said Dorothea, "cast down out of heaven for their pride." "That's the legend," Jace said. "It's also said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
'City of Fallen Angels' ended on a cliffhanger. That was equally loved and hated by my readership. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like this, that I would wake up one… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend." Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." “That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus sighed. "Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. Nor was it wise to tempt angels, even of the fallen sort.” — 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
