“What happened to my clothes?" "They were covered in blood and poison. Jace burned them." "Did he?" asked Clary. "Tell me, is… — Cassandra Clare Clary Copy Share Image
“Mark, looking beatific, took the dispenser of maple syrup off the table and upended it over his strawberries. He picked one up… — Cassandra Clare Julian-blackthorn Copy Share Image
“It had been June, the bright hot summer of 1937, and with the curtains thrown back the bedroom had been full of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“There are many levels to the Silent City, interjected Jeremiah. And not all the dead are buried here. There is another ossuary… — Cassandra Clare Clary Copy Share Image
People were intrinsically selfish, and many hated the idea of a woman in charge of the Institute. They would not put themselves… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon looked at Jordan who was looking at Maia again. She had her back to them and was talking to Luke and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Hastily, Clary retreated to the small bathroom, which was painted bright blue. She wriggled the dress on over her head—it was tight,… — Cassandra Clare Clary Copy Share Image
“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'll walk you back, Jace said. "As for Simon, he can manage his own way back in the dark-can't you Simon?" "Of… — Cassandra Clare Dark Copy Share Image
