Well, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You’re not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,” said Will. “I discovered that fact while… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Pardon me, but we did not have the time to exchange that kind of personal information," Magnus said. "I could not have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
True love cannot die,'" Will said, translating the inscription on the back in the light from the corridor. "I can't wear this,… — 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
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
