The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon I've been trying to call you, but it seems like your phone is turned off. I don't know where you are… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I see you're trying to distract me from the real point here," Magnus said instead. "You had a birthday - a perfect… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I was trying to make you jealous!" Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. "You're so stupid, Clary.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed,envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…” “I’m pretty… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You're so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm not ritualistic about writing. I try to write as often as possible, which means that I have to be able to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She turned back to Jace. "Do you have to be so-," she began, but stopped when she saw his face. It looked… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
This time Clary concentrated, trying to focus her mind on Simon-The Simon-ness of him, the shape of the way he thought, the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in… — 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
