Ciara An

“Raziel’s sixty feet tall?”
“Actually, he’s only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate,” said Magnus.
Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I
don’t see why you need all this space—”
“Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me,”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Charlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, “Will, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it was—”
“Gibberish?” Jem suggested.
“Pornographic?” said Will at the same time.
“Could be both,” said Will. “Haven’t you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Will bit at his lip. This was the last time Jem, as Jem, might ever touch him. The sharp memory went through him like a knife—of years of Jem’s light tap on his shoulder, his hand reaching to help Will up when he fell, Jem holding him back when he was furious, Will’s own hands on Jem’s thin shoulders as Jem coughed blood into his shirt. “Listen to me. I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When you fight now, I will be still by you. When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand. We are bound, beyond the oath. The Marks did not change that. The oath did not change that. It merely gave words to something that existed already.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess