“Dinnertime!" It was Isabelle, standing framed in the door of the library. She still had the spoon in her hand, though her… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You might look like a princess, Isabelle Reagan, but if I had my way tonight, you’d also be a queen.” — Melyssa Winchester Copy Share Image
“I've got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected -exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“At the edge of Saint-Michel is the Wildwood. The wolves who live there come out at night. They prowl fields and farms,… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Simon, don’t you think I’m scared of that too? You’re not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He grinned, a woman’s downfall wrought in a simple stretch of his lips. It was her downfall, certainly, her personal undoing because… — Ashlyn Macnamara Copy Share Image
“Simple is the opposite of hard, easy is also the opposite of hard. But simple is not the same as easy. Not… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think you don't really believe the things you say; you just like the sound of yourself having opinions.” — Amy Reed Copy Share Image
“You're a beautiful young woman walking without an escort at one in the morning. Why doesn't one of your staff at least… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“Isabelle had cut off her toes, but sometimes she could still feel them. Maman had cut out her heart. Sometimes, she could… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“That's what dreams are really like, you know? They're not full of melting clocks or floating roses or people made out of… — Amy Reed Copy Share Image
“Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Love withers but never dies. Its tendrils are embedded on fecund soil awaiting the nourishing spring to make it sprout once more.” — Yefon Isabelle Copy Share Image
“Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“They drained the red-tinged sherry from the cranberries, tasting as they went. Isabelle dropped the swollen berries like a long ruby necklace… — Erica Bauermeister Copy Share Image
“Clary held her hands up. 'I do get it. I know you don’t like me, Isabelle. Because I’m a mundane to you.'… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
