Samuel! Are you alright?" A vision of Samuel being brained by the falling bars rose up before Simon's eyes. Samuel's voice rose… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I don't know who Azazel is," he said. "Isn't he the cat from The Smurfs?" He cast about , but Isabelle just… — 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
Well, hello there, Mother,” Sebastian said in a voice like silk. “Surprised to see me? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Okayyyyy,” Isabelle said in a low voice, “When did Brother Zachariah get hot? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You don't understand,' she said, and there was a puzzling trace of resentment in her voice. 'Children never do. The love a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I did it because I love you!" he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look her face, he said in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will looked as if she had slpped him. "I didn't do it so you'd be grateful!" "Then what?" Her voice rose. "You… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You want this?" His voice was hoarse. "Yes," she said. "Do you?" His finger traced the outline of her mouth. "For this… — 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
What are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. "A… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?" Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'll just be your brother from now on." he said, looking at her with a hopeful expectation that she would be pleased,… — 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
