So here’s where they put you. I didn’t think they even used these cells anymore.” He glanced sideways. “I got the wrong… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What happened to you?” Jace looked affronted. “What happened to me?” Alec shook him, not lightly. “You said you were going for… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Pardon me, but we did not have the time to exchange that kind of personal information," Magnus said. "I could not have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem, Cecily thought, with a pang in her heart. Her brother had always looked to him as a kind of North Star,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will pushed his hands through his damp hair. “Oh, yes,” he said bitterly. “Perhaps in some other life, beyond this one, when… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm not ritualistic about writing. I try to write as often as possible, which means that I have to be able to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Write what you want to read. So many people think they need to write a particular kind of book, or imitate a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I know what you said! My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of-some kind of hate group."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
