“Matthew held out his hands. “Pax,” he said, wheedlingly. “Let it be peace between us. You can pour the rest of the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Why should we isolate people who are brave enough to try to become like us--who want to help people? Why should we… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you always… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“His head propped on a stack of poetry books he’d brought from the library. Almost all of them had been inscribed on… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Spoon!” James said, running at his uncle Gabriel and jabbing him in the thigh. Gabriel mussed the boy’s hair affectionately. “You’re such… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“As the carriage rolled under the Institute’s gates, James saw his parents standing in the courtyard. “And where have you been?” Will… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You look ill,” Matthew observed. “Is it my dancing? Is it me personally?” “Perhaps I’m nervous,” she said. “Lucie did say you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Matthew sighed as he set the bottle on the mantel. “You know what they say,” he said, as he and James left… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
