Judith Lewis (née Rumelt, born July 27, 1973), better known by her pen name Cassandra Clare, is an American author of young adult fiction, best known for her bestselling series The Mortal Instruments.
Every book is different with it's own personality just like children.
They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.
He’s very pretty. For a human. ” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
We came to see Jace. Is he alright?" "I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?
Doubtless the lunatic asylums of the world are filled with unfortunate women who have failed to see my charms.
Don't stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?" "Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are. " "What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?" "Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.
Okay. I've got a good one. " Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
For free will is what makes us Heaven's creatures.
I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.
If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg. 239-
Simon-"From now on I will only adress people by nodding at them. " Clary-"That's stupid why would you do that?" Simon-"Because it says that 'I am a badass, and I recognive that you too, are a badass
Then I lost him for a brief period of time, and by the time I caught up with him, he had wandered into Hyde Park, waded into the Serpetine, spread his arms wide, and was shouting, 'Ducks, embrace me as your king!
Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.
The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.
It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.
You snuck up on me,” she said. “I guess I’m not much of a Shadowhunter, huh?” Simon shrugged. “Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.
Why does it take girls so long to shower?” he demanded. “Mortal girls, Shadowhunters, female warlocks, you‘re all the same. I‘m not getting any younger waiting out here. ” -Magnus to Clary, pg. 272-
So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.
There's nothing wild about me. I'm a solid middle-aged man. " "Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things," Clary said. "It could be worse," Luke said. "Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.
I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad Shadowhunter. 'To love is to destroy. 'I believed that[. . . ]I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,[. . . ] And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained[. . . ] Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I'd ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.