If I might make a suggestion,” said Will. “About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you’d like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“But—but...” Will sputtered. “Oh, leave it,” said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. “She annexed my plan!” “Will,”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“All these were things he could not want, because they were the things he could not have, and wanting you could not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, I don't want you to die," Tessa said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For I wondered that others, subject to death, did live, since he whom I loved, as if he should never die, was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily. — 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
Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?' 'Faffing about, most likely', said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
