Where did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It tastes of the most bitter poison . . I've never tasted something so disgusting." - Mark Blackthorn” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem’s eyes had widened, and then he’d laughed, a soft laugh. “Did you think I did not know you had a secret?”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She hated that will had this effect on her. Hated it. She knew better. She knew what he thought of her. That… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clockwork Prince pg. 298 "Though rather despite myself, I thought him a pretty bit of poison to start with, but I have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tatiana's eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul. — 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
