To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead. Cassandra Clare More Quotes by Cassandra Clare More Quotes From Cassandra Clare As long as we're together, I'm ready for anything. Cassandra Clare readytogetherlong I just don't see why the past has to matter. Cassandra Clare matterpast Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness. Cassandra Clare darknesssometimesworld It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it. Cassandra Clare shapesbearsworld Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf. Cassandra Clare dementedpantherscrosses She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong Cassandra Clare finehatesound It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep. Cassandra Clare laughterpartymean You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants. Cassandra Clare saidcharactermen Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common. " "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested, but his heart wasn't really in it either. Something about the look on Jace's face was making him increasingly uneasy. Simon was caught off guard. "Clary?" "Clary, " Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper. Cassandra Clare hatehairheart Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale Cassandra Clare never-trustduckslittles The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation. Cassandra Clare eggplantblackdark What's an eBay?" "A mythical place of great magical power." - Jace Wayland and Clary Fray (City of Bones) Cassandra Clare ebaybonescities You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea." "Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required." "I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray. Cassandra Clare guyclassbook she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful. Cassandra Clare clothesripsight Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do. Cassandra Clare doefunhands You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic? Cassandra Clare lunaticboatstealing I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, an angry, dark undercurrent to his voice. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left —? Cassandra Clare magnus-banevoicedark Don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell like Magnus. Cassandra Clare humoursmellway I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence. Cassandra Clare fallen-angelsopinionthinking I know what you said! My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of-some kind of hate group." "It wasn't-," Jace began, but Hodge cut him off. "I doubt," he said slowly, as if the words pained him, "that she had much choice." Clary stared. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't she have had a choice?" "Because," said Hodge, "she was Valentine's wife. Cassandra Clare valentinehatemother
