“But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. “What do you care if Alec’s… — 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
