His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling. "Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must." "I'll… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and… — 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
