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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    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.

    Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

    I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

    And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

    You are not the last dream of my soul.

    You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

    With hope at least,
    Will Herondale

    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
    “You fear for Jem,” Will said.
    “Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
    “No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine."
    Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?"
    Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “And to the devil with it if she is!" said the Consul. "One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not, cannot, be our priority."

    "She is my priority!" Will shouted.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.”

    “There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.”

    Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. “It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —”

    “Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” Magnus said.

    “I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust.

    “By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

    And then there was Camille.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping that you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.”
    “I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.”
    “None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.
    “How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.”
    Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #23
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “My words are unerring tools of
    destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #24
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Is this thing safe?"
    "Safe as life," Gansey replied.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #25
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #26
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #27
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “How do you feel about helicopters?"
    There was a long pause. "How do you mean? Ethically?"
    "As a mode of transportation."
    "Faster than camels, but less sustainable.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #28
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #29
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
    This was the important thing.
    It had always been the important thing.
    This was what it was to be Adam.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #30
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.

    She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue



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