“Sophie did this?" He said, not for the first time. They were standing at the foot of Jessamine's bed. She lay flung… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You look ill,” Matthew observed. “Is it my dancing? Is it me personally?” “Perhaps I’m nervous,” she said. “Lucie did say you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You know," Cecily said, "you really didn't have to throw that man through the window." "He wasn't a man," Gabriel said, scowling.… — cassandra clare Copy Share Image
“We were just talking about you," Jessamine said as Tessa found a seat. She pushed a sliver toast rack across the table… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like." "I've never even been to England," she said, but she… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Izzy, are you—” he began. His eyes flew wide, and he backed up fast enough to smack his head into the wall… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.” “I just wondered,” Gabriel said, in more subdued voice,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You never laugh," she said. "You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Tessa reached to brush the damp hair from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. “Jem—have you ever—” She… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Woolsey quirked an eyebrow. “You are a funny thing,” he said. “I would say I could see what those boys see in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Well,” said a very amused voice. “This is unexpected.” Tessa sat bolt upright, pulling the heavy coverlet around her. Beside her, Will… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I have just come from the East End,” he said. “Something about the stories disturbed me, for more than the obvious reasons.… — 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
