I could point out that that's not a dress, that's underwear, but I doubt it would be in my best interest." "Need… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That’s another thing,” she said. “You no longer need other people in your life once you have found your true love. No… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'll need you to get a leash for my monkey, Claude, and also a hat." "Of course, monsieur" "Do you think he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Anyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Weakness and corruption isn't in the world," Clary snapped. "It's in people. And it always will be. The world just needs good… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Good. Because I don't need protecting." "I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What do you want?" Jace shrugged. "Clothes mostly, some weapons." Sebastion shook his head. "Too dangerous. We need to get in and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In the end it was Shadowhunting they had bonded over—a shared love of sharp-edged weapons, gleaming seraph blades, the painful pleasure of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. “Better it were my hands,” he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents… — 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
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
Do you remember, the night of the battle on Valentine's ship, when I needed some of your strength?" "Do you need it… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Let me guess. Luke an Amatis are at the Accords Hall, having another meeting.” “Yeah. I think they’re having the meeting where… — 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
