“Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the Angel's sake. Look, if there's no other way of getting out of this, I'll kiss… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.' 'You noticed' said Simon. 'I think of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And then we met you, and it was like he woke up. You couldn't see it, because you'd never known him any… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chop him into worthless-bastard-themed confetti. --Isabelle Lightwood” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“As if we’d have sex in a cave surrounded by hordes of demons. This is reality, not your fevered imagination.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Say it," she said. "Say it sober." "I love you," he said. "I don't want you to say it back unless you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names." "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“NOw he's back from the dead and he's come looking for her. Maybe he wants to get back together." (Isabelle) "I doubt… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
