Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That ones yours,huh?"he asked,pointing to 3A."How come it just says 'Kyle'?Doesnt he have a last name?" "Kyle wants to be a rock… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Through many waters borne, brother, I am come to thy sad grave, that I may give these last gifts to the dead.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon looked from one of them to the other, and shook his head. “ When did you two get so buddy-buddy? Last… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso- Dante's Paradise. 'My will and my desire were turned by love, the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Keep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I was hoping they would put up flyers like they do for lost cats." He said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Does she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And maybe it would have bitten you in half," said Will. "What you are describing, the transformation into a demon, is the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“ It’ s a lot to process,” she said. “ What Sebastian said, what happened last night, everything. I need to sleep,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The thing that you are too young to understand is that we all hide things. We hide them from our lovers because… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Belatedly, she realized something else. “Do you … have anything?” He didn’t seem to have recovered from her last comment. “But do… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He cut her off with brutal precision. "And one last thing." His eyes flicked toward the door, through which Jace, Alec, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jace: "I guess we better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster," looking unenthusiastic. Clary: "You'd rather face a ravening… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He pulled the Carstairs family ring from his finger and held it out to Will. "Take it." Will let his eyes drift… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Dear Alec and Magnus, How are you? Everything's just fine here. Thanks for you postcard with the picture of the Taj Mahal.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't… — 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
