I have a fetish for damsels in distress.” “Don’t be sexist.” “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Why are you doing this?" Clary said. "Sebastian, why are you saying all these things?" "Because I finally can," Sebastian said. "You've… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter,” he said. “You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Why did you?” Clary asked. “Why did I what?” “Help me back there.” “You’re my sister.” She swallowed. In the morning light,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I am Valentine's son. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. You never had any right to that name. You're a ghost. And a pretender.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I need Jace,” said Sebastian. “But in his heart, he’s not like me. But you are.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, hello there, Mother,” Sebastian said in a voice like silk. “Surprised to see me? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
