Well, you'll have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." (he points to his shirt) "Look. Jammies. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
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
Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" "If you wanted me to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I borrowed this from Kyle. My other shirt was pretty filthy." "Wow, you're wearing each other's clothes now. That's, like, best friend… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Rule number one of anime," Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - " The carriage… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So John took out of his pocket A knife both long and sharp, And stuck it through his brother's heart, And the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora." "So your inner… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Why didn’t you wake me up?' 'I thought you could use the rest. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. You even… — 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
