In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But you have to learn to bend a little,” said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story’s content, the rhythm of Jace’s… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa had begun to tremble. This is what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'll just be your brother from now on." he said, looking at her with a hopeful expectation that she would be pleased,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec… — 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
Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
When a movie is being made out of a book, there is a mixed reaction on the part of fans because they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
This time Clary concentrated, trying to focus her mind on Simon-The Simon-ness of him, the shape of the way he thought, the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Did you just kiss me?" Will inquired. Magnus made a slip-second decision. "No." "I thought-" "On occasion the aftereffects of the painkilling… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I… — 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
