You tried to drink the East River,"Magnus said, and Alec saw, as if for the first time, that Magnus's clothes were soaking… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There's more to someone being lovable than the way they look." "...he told me that the way you can tell if a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This powder would make my very skin… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There walked warlocks in all their bat-winged, cat-eyed glory, and here, as they swung out over the river, she saw the darting… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick… — 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
