You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way.… — 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
