“Jace was looking down as Alec spoke, smiling a little and tapping his water glass with a fingernail. She sensed he was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Shapes began to appear in the mist as it thickened. Clary saw herself and Simon as children, holding hands, crossing a street… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-" He waved a hand. "Faeries.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace found himself looking at a boy only a few years older than himself. Dark hair, a sharp delicate face, eyes that… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
