Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon. "No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?" "You could say that." "Well, you can go ahead… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. "Are we stealing this boat?" "Stealing' is such… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So here’s where they put you. I didn’t think they even used these cells anymore.” He glanced sideways. “I got the wrong… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with… — 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
One of the heavy marble busts that lined the higher shelves had slid free and was falling toward her; she ducked out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and painting, and occupation for which he had no aptitude… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
So, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She threw the door open. The room seemed to be a sort of library, the walls lined with books. It was brightly… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware 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
