“For a moment the garden, the noise, the stench of blood and demon, vanished away, andhe was alone in a soundless place… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Smarmy little prig,” Will snarled, leaning father forward, as if he longed to reach through the magical portal and strangle Gabriel. “When… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Camille brushed by Jem, hardly looking at him, and Will followed, pausing only long enough to mutter "She doesn't smell like anything"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
