There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for digestion." - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?" - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.” — 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
Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And to the devil with it if she is!" said the Consul. "One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not, cannot ,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I loved Jem- she said- I love him still, and he loved me, but i'm nobody's Will. My heart is my own.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You know that feeling, she said, when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You bit de Quincey," he said. "You fool. He's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire." "I had… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jem told me what Ragnor Fell said about my father,” Will said. “That for my father, there was only ever one woman… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I've mastered many things in my life. Navigating the strets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Will looked at him curiously. “Do you think you will see me again?” At the change in Jem’s expression, he added, “I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at im in gape-mouthed horror. Jassamine, beside her, was wided eyed. Sorry… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Let me guess, Jessie. You ran across some poor woman in the park who had the misfortune of wearing a gown that… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Though Will was saying earlier,” Tessa added, “that heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sophie did this?" He said, not for the first time. They were standing at the foot of Jessamine's bed. She lay flung… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
