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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “It will help you sleep.'
    'All I’ve been doing is sleeping!' [Tessa]
    'And very amusing it is to watch, said Jem. 'Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?'
    'I do not,' she said, with a whispered laugh.
    'You do,' he said. 'Fortunately, I like rabbits.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call us there again?'
    Jem: 'Yang guizi ... foreign devils.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."

    "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!"

    "Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke."

    "So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyway.”
    Cassandra Clare, What Really Happened in Peru

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Mark whirled on them. His eyes were blind, unseeing. “You bring the twins in front of me and you kill them over and over. My Ty, he doesn’t understand why I can’t save him. You bring me Dru and when she laughs to see the fairytale castle, all ringed round with hedges, you throw her against the thorns until their pierce her small body. And you bid me wash in Octavian’s blood for the blood of an innocent child is magic under the Hill.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “But he would understand,” he said dazedly. “If we explained it to him. If we told him…he would understand.”

    She made her voice as cold as she could. As calm. “Told him what?”

    Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs… And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale.

    “Jem would forgive me,” Will said, but there was hopelessness in his face, his voice, already. He had given up, Tessa thought. “He would,” she said, “He would never stay angry at you, Will; he loves you too well for that. I do not even think he would hold anger toward me. But this morning he told me he thought he would die without ever loving anyone as his father loved his mother, without ever being loved like that in return. Do you want me to go down the hallway and knock on his door and take that away from him? And would you love me still, if I did?”

    “Then…please, Tessa, don’t tell him what I just told you…”

    “I will tell no one,” she said. “I swear it…”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “I did it because I love you!" he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look her face, he said in a more subdued voice, "I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?
    “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will looked as if she had slpped him. "I didn't do it so you'd be grateful!"
    "Then what?" Her voice rose. "You did it because it's your mandate? Because the law says-"
    "I did it because I love you!”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. “Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will. It doesn't matter--"

    "Nothing matters more!" His voice grew in strength. "I know that if you hate me it is because I forced you to. I know that you have no reason to give me a second chance to be regarded by you in a different light. But I am begging you for that chance. I will do anything. Anything.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Yeah,” he said, eyelashes lowering as his gaze traced the movement of her fingers. “It hurt me being away from you. It feels like there’s a hook dug in under my ribs, and there’s something pulling at the other end. Like I’m tethered to you, no matter the distance.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly.
    "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Lex malla, lex nulla. A bad law is no law.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “He dropped his voice, so low that Tessa wasn’t sure if what he said next was real or part of the dream darkness rising to claim her, though she
    fought against it.
    “I’ve never minded it,” he went on. “Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may
    be lost without knowing yours.” He closed his eyes as if he were bone-weary, and she saw how thin his eyelids were, like parchment paper, and
    how tired he looked. “Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.”
    She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant.
    I love you.
    And I don’t want to lose you.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it."
    Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?"
    "I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it."
    "But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Demon pox, oh demon pox
    Just how is it acquired?
    One must go down to the bad part of town
    Until one is very tired.
    Demon pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along—
    Not the pox, you foolish blocks,
    I mean this very song—
    For I was right, and you were wrong!"

    "Will!" Charlotte shouted over the noise, "Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem—"
    Jem, rising to his feet, clapped his hands over Will's mouth. "Do you promise to be quiet?" he hissed into his friend's ear.
    Will nodded, blue eyes blazing. Tessa was staring at him in amazement; they all were. She had seen Will many things—amused, bitter, condescending, angry, pitying—but never giddy before.
    Jem let him go. "All right, then."
    Will slid to the floor, his back against the armchair, and threw up his arms. "A demon pox on all your houses!" he announced, and yawned.
    "Oh, God, weeks of pox jokes," said Jem. "We're in for it now.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two?”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “I wasn't planning on dumping Cameron. We were here, and he called, and his face showed up on my phone- well, actually a llama came up on my phone because I don't actually have a picture of him so I just used a llama- and the llama made me so angry I just couldn't help myself."
    "Bad time to be a llama."
    "Is there ever a good time, really?”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “The Law is annoying, but it is also flexible.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “You don't want him," she said to the pink-haired girl. "He has syphilis."
    The girls stared. "Syphilis?"
    "Five percent of people in America have it," said Ty helpfully.
    "I do not have syphilis," Mark said angrily. "There are no sexually transmitted diseases in Faerieland!"
    "Sorry," Jules said. "You know how syphilis is. Attacks the brain.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Emma rose to her feet, facing the faerie across the fleeing crowd. Gleaming from his weathered, barklike face, his eyes were yellow as a cat's. "Shadowhunter," he hissed.
    Emma reached back over her shoulder and closed her hand around the hilt of her sword, Cortana. The blade made a golden blur in the air as she drew it and pointed the tip at the fey. "No," she said. "I'm a candygram. This is my costume."
    The faerie looked puzzled.
    Emma sighed. "It's so hard to be sassy to the Fair Folk. You people never get jokes."
    "We are well known for our jests, japes, and ballads," the faerie said, clearly offended. "Some of our ballads last for weeks."
    "I don't have that kind of time," Emma said. "I'm a Shadowhunter. Quip fast, die young." She wiggled Cortana's tip impatiently. "Now turn out your pockets."
    "I have done nothing to break the Cold Peace," said the fey.
    "Technically true, but we do frown on stealing from mundanes," Emma said. "Turn out your pockets or I'll rip off one of your horns and shove it where the sun doesn't shine."
    The fey looked puzzled. "Where does the sun not shine? Is this a riddle?"
    Emma gave a martyred sigh and raised Cortana. "Turn them out, or I'll start peeling your bark off. My boyfriend and I just broke up, and I'm not in the best mood."
    The faerie began slowly to empty his pockets onto the ground, glaring at her all the while. "So you're single," he said. "I never would have guessed.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Emma,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I will never, never give up on you.”
    It was a strange irony, she thought, a terrible irony that because she loved him so much and knew him so well, she knew exactly what she had to do to destroy everything he felt for her, in a single blow.
    She pulled away from him and started back toward the house. “Yes,” she said. “You will.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight



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