That might be nice, an extra pair of arms," Jace said. "Handy in a fight." "Not if they're growing out of your..."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
i would say it was nice to meet you, but the fact is it wasnt. in fact, it was quite awkward. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Before Simon could answer, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He looked daggers at Jace. "That's my roommate. Kyle.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus got to his feet. “I do believe that's my cue to leave as well,” he said. Clary noticed he was avoiding… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How… — 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
By the Angel, Bridget’s depressing,” said Henry, setting down his newspaper directly on his plate and causing the edge to soak through… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise." "Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick… — 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
