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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
    "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began.
    "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #2
    “Never trust a duck.”
    Will Herondale

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Herondales." Zachariah's voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don't carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It's too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “With tears running down her face, Cecily had reminded him of the moment at her wedding to Gabriel when he had delivered a beautiful speech praising the groom, at the end of which he had announced, “Dear God, I thought she was marrying Gideon. I take it all back.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “You may be right. I think it was round about Christmas when I got my Welsh dragon tattoo.”
    At that, Tessa had to try very hard not to blush. “How did that happen?”
    Will made an airy gesture with his hand. “I was drunk…”
    “Nonsense. You were never really drunk.”
    “On the contrary—in order to learn how to pretend to be inebriated, once must become inebriated at least once, as a reference point. Six-Fingered Nigel had been at the mulled cider—“
    “You can’t mean there’s truly a Six-Fingered Nigel?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    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

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house.
    "Oh, dear," said Tessa.
    "I have that effect on women," Will said. " I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me."
    "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly.
    "Don't you dare-," he began with a breathless half laugh.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This… this… thing?”
    “A parsnip?” Jem suggested.
    “A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden.” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.”
    “There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed.
    “Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?"
    "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jem grinned. “Where have you been? The Blue Dragon? The Mermaid?”
    “The Devil Tavern if you must know.” Will sighed and leaned against one of the posts of the bed. “I had such plans for the evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower-selling child who asked me for two-pence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me.”
    “A little girl robbed you?” Tessa said.
    “Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel.”
    “Easy mistake to make,” Jem said.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired.
    Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “I thought... that we could at least talk about books.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Indeed." Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?"

    "Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, and he and Will smiled at each other, just a flash, before the door opened and the Consul swept it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #15
    Alexandra Bracken
    “What?" he whispered. "What are you smiling about?"
    My fingers brushed against his hair, trying to smooth it down. I realized what I was doing a full minute after Liam had closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. Embarrassment flared up my chest, but he grabbed my hand before I could pull back and tucked it under his chin.
    "Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now."
    Dangerous. This is dangerous. The warning was fleeting, banished to the back corners of my mind, where it wouldn't interrupt how good it felt to touch him - how right.
    "I'm going to need it back eventually," I said, letting him run it along the stubble on his chin.
    "Too bad."
    "...crackers..." a voice breathed out behind us, "yessss..."
    Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep.
    I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling.
    "He dreams about food," he said. "A lot."
    "At least they're good dreams."
    "Yeah," Liam agreed. "I guess he's lucky.”
    Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

  • #16
    Alexandra Bracken
    “Cause, frankly, the way I see it, you and me? Inevitable.”
    Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds
    tags: liam

  • #17
    Alexandra Bracken
    “Where did she come from, and where can I find one?"

    "Picked this one up at a gas station in West Virginia, bargain price. Last one on the shelf, sorry.”
    Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

  • #18
    Alexandra Bracken
    “We want you. We wanted you yesterday, we want you today and we'll want you tomorrow. There's nothing you could do to change that.”
    Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

  • #19
    Alexandra Bracken
    “I don't want to just see someone's face; I want to know his shadow, too.
    —Jude”
    Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

  • #20
    Alexandra Bracken
    “It rained the day they brought us to Thurmond.
    And it rained the day I walked out.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #21
    Alexandra Bracken
    “Black is the color that is no color at all.
    Black is the color of a child's still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching your every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that stretches up to tear at the sky.
    It is a road. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars.
    It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart.
    The color of Chubs's hair, Liam's bruises, Zu's eyes.
    Black is a promise of tomorrow, bled dry from lies and hate.
    Betrayal.
    I see it in the face of a broken compass, feel it in the numbing grip of grief.
    I run, but it is my shadow. Chasing, devouring, polluting. It is the button that should never have been pushed, the door that shouldn't have opened, the dried blood that couldn't be washed away. It is the charred remains of buildings. The car hidden in the forest, waiting. It is the smoke.
    It is the fire.
    The spark.
    Black is the color of memory.
    It is our color.
    The only one they'll use to tell our story.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #22
    J.K. Rowling
    “Give her hell from us, Peeves.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix



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