“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
“We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain," said Matthew. "It comes when it comes, and we… — 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 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
