Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I thought of love as a game. It is not a game. It is more serious than death. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're really tired, I could put you to sleep," he said. "Tell you a bedtime story." She looked at him. "Are… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And write what you love - dont feel pressured to write serious prose if what you like is to be funny. You're… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And write what you love - don't feel pressured to write serious prose if what you like is to be funny. — 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
