“In that case" Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face,"I think I would prefer it if you called me by… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I've mastered many thing's in my life. Navigating the streets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The spoils of vice are a burdensome responsibility. - Will Yet one you seem strangely able to bear. - Jem” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I thought you needed me," Jem said. "There is a wall you have built about yourself, Will, and I have never asked… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Gibberish?" Jem suggested "Pornographic?" said Will at the same time. "Could be both," said Will. "Haven't you ever heard of pornographic gibberish… — 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
Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?" - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The moment his hand closed about the stone, light blazed from it again, raying out through his fingers. For the first time… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“They were staring at Will, Will looks wrong." Tessa glanced over at Will, who was rummaging through the desk drawers with gloved… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I watch Jace Herondale play, and I see the ghosts that rise up in the music. Don't you?" "Ghosts are memories, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“JEM: Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires? WILL: They don’t expect it. JEM: Of course they don’t. They know… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and… — 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
