How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave?" "Traded him for Alec," Clary said. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What's all this about yanking poor Magnus and Alec back from their vacation?" Isabelle demanded. "They have opera tickets! — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It was like he was always half-awake where other people were concerned. And then we met you, and he woke up." —… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sometimes people get taken away from you whether you want it or not. And sometimes that hurts so much, it might be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your- — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things." "I like anyone killing things, especially me." he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Dear Alec and Magnus, How are you? Everything's just fine here. Thanks for you postcard with the picture of the Taj Mahal.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He did not know if this was indomitable Isabelle crying, or whether it was sparkly mascara. All he knew was that she… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle chewed thoughtfully on her straw. 'That new lead singer they have is hot. Is he single? I'd like to ride him… — 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
Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon hid the fact that he was inordinately pleased by this. “Are we officially boyfriend and girlfriend? Is there a Shadowhunter ritual?… — 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
“Well," said Clary, after a judicious pause, "I guess you wouldn't have taken advantage of her when she's so grief-stricken and all."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon: I love you Isabelle Lightwood! I love you and I will not go away until you tell me you love me… — 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
Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We shouldn’t,” protested Isabelle. “The Clave has a plan.” “The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,” said Jace. Alec blinked… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Shadowhunter.” The creature on the left spoke in a hissing whisper. “We did not know of you in this situation.” Isabelle raised… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It’s not your fault,” Alec was saying. He sounded weary, as if he’d been through this sort of thing with his sister… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“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
“Simon?” “Yeah?” “Can you tell me a story?” He blinked. “What kind of story?” “Something where the good guys win and the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway… — 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
“Izzy, are you—” he began. His eyes flew wide, and he backed up fast enough to smack his head into the wall… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It faded slowly, ebbing like the tide. He rolled onto his back, staring up, his head still aching. The black clouds were… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He shoved his hips against her, reminding her of what they had just done, and said, “I had never bedded a woman… — Elizabeth Hoyt 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
