Kris Nagle

“It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings”
― Cassandra Clare

“Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James said without opening his eyes. "I would say that I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm sure this is the most excitement you've had all year. Not so lively in the City of Bones, now is it?"
"James!" Will snapped. "Don't talk to Jem like that."
"As if I am not used to badly behaved Herondales, Brother Zachariah said, in the way Jem had always tried to make peace between Will and the world.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Midnight Heir

“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, City of Bones