“The whale without Ahab is just a whale. A whale with no problems. A stress-free whale." - Julian Blackthorn” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I desire you and love you, Cristina, and so does Mark. Stay with us.” Cristina couldn’t move. She thought again of the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You know Jace Lightwood?" said Emma. "I-- What?" "He's famous," Emma said with obvious amazement. He's the best Shadowhunter. The best.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A Shadowhunter I believe you know send for me—Tatiana Blackthorn? The lady used to be a Lightwood, did she not?" Magnus turned… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I like Clary," he said simply. "She always tries to do what's right, and she never lets anyone else tell her what… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." “That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?" "Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.' 'Was that before or after he tried… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I am dramatic,” said Will. “If I had not been a Shadowhunter, I would have had a future on the stage. I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And now, I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, he said to Simon. “You,” he said to Jace, “well,… — 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
