“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
“You’re staring,” Alec said. His voice was clipped, disapproving. “At that girl. With the red hair.” "The one with the dark-haired friend?”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. "I have an invitation. These"—she indicated the rest of the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle glanced quizzically toward the bar entrance. The red-haired girl was smiling. Jace wondered if Isabelle saw her. There was something about… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“But that's not what you said when she walked into the room," said Simon quietly. "You said, 'Why didn't you ever tell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Well, not in this case. He reached into the Inquisitor and he twisted ..." Clary shuddered. "There was a lot of blood."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Magnus glared at him out of gold-green eyes. “If I wanted to lie on a couch and complain to someone about my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
