He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies.” -Jace about Simon, pg. 331- — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
"He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies." - Jace about Simon — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yes?" said Clary, her voiced sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?" "No wonder… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait." "I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Henry turned as if to dart out of the room, then swung around and stared at them, a look of confusion passing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That’s another thing,” she said. “You no longer need other people in your life once you have found your true love. No… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What were you dreaming about?" "You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you." "Oh,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Was it weird hearing from Jace?" asked Simon, his voice carefully neutral. "I mean, since you found out..." His voice trailed off.… — 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
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know. The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be… — 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
