Clary glanced past him and asked, "Where's Magnus?" "He said it would be better if he didn't come. Apparently he and the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She looked out then, through the crowd, and saw Simon with the Lightwoods, looking at her across the empty space that separated… — 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
Magnus looked at her meditatively. 'I think,' he said, 'there isn't much that Jace wouldn't do for you, if you asked him.'… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
This was Jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought Lilith was going to kill him, and that was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Dear God,” said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. “Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Remember when you fell out of that tree on the farm when you were ten, and broke your arm? Remember how he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Her hair was a damp mass of curls at the back of her neck, and Will looked away from her before he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Izzy," said Jace, as they neared the pond, and she jumped up and spun around. Her smile was dazzling. "Jace!" She flew… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Stop it." Isabelle tapped a booted foot in the shallow water at the lake's edge. "Both of you. In fact, all three… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Actually," Clary said, "I think he stayed because of me." Jace's glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. "Because… — 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
Tessa was only half way down the corridor when they caught up to her -Will and Jem, walking on either side of… — 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
