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.
Did you just kiss me?" Will inquired. Magnus made a slip-second decision. "No. " "I thought-" "On occasion the aftereffects of the painkilling spells can result in hallucinations of the most bizarre sort. " "Oh," Will said. "How peculiar.
Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it—a heart ringing? But when you touch me, that is what it is like, as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
You don't think I can fight. " Tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery gaze with her own. "Because I'm a girl. " "I don't think you can fight because you're wearing a wedding dress", said Jem. "For what it's worth, I don't think Will could fight in that dress either. " "Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat'a. "But I would make a radiant bride.
You are in love and you think that is all there is in the world. But the world is bigger than you, Will, and may have need of you. You are a Shadowhunter. You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away.
Oh, I'll trust you," the boy told him carelessly. "It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. " "I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.
You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.
His blue eyes were very dark. . . Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.
How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.
Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.
I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.
Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?
Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone- And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch and grinned at her. "If I made a joke about just dropping in," he said, "would you write me off as a cliché?
Well, you'll have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission. " (he points to his shirt) "Look. Jammies.
Oh dear," said Jace. . . "I hope that wasn't anything important. " "It was a sleeping potion," she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. "And now it's gone. " "If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.
The devil has no power. . . except in the dark.
I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown. " Jace said. "Brown?" said Isabelle. "Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it. " Jace said. "Well, it was black but it faded. " Alec said. "Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly," Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband. "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge. " Simon said.
To draw something is to try to capture it forever.
Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.
But you hardley even know him"she said. "He could be a serial killer" "I did have that thought. I checked the apartment out,but if his got an ice cooler full of arms in it,I havent seen it yet. Anyway he seems pretty since.