He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon. "No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I can stand.” “It looks to me like you‘re using a wall to prop you up. that’s not my definition of ‘standing.’”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
My advice to young writers would be to write every day, even if it is only a few words. Get yourself on… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
One of the heavy marble busts that lined the higher shelves had slid free and was falling toward her; she ducked out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You're not going,"he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa looked quickly to Will, but he only crossed the room as he always did to lean against the fireplace mantel. Cecily… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa had begun to tremble. This is what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The Sisters vanished entirely then, and Aunt Harriet was standing over Tessa, her face flushed with fever as it had been during… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Does anyone know why Will left?" Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm all right,' Jace protested, but his hand gripped Alec's sleeve tightly. 'I can stand.' It looks to me like you're using… — 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
