Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There she is." Alec spotted his sister and waved her over, looking relieved. "Over here. And watch out for the phouka." "Watch… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Look well on this, my son," said the green-skinned man, "for one day I shall rule a clockwork kingdom of such beings,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was sometimes inconvenient to have the gold-green, slit-pupilled eyes of a cat, but this was usually easily hidden with a small… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I dislike boats," Ragnor observed, looking around. "I get vilely seasick." The turning green joke was too easy. Magnus was not going… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You are just jealous," Magnus remarked calmly. "Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself." "Oh, I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: Have you ever seen what happens to someone with demon pox? First it lies dormant. One begins to turn yellow and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tatiana's eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Th-there," she sobbed. "it dragged him to the Italian gardens. He managed to elude its maw at first, but it harried him… — 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