The way Magnusโ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before heโd said his fatherโs name.
Cassandra ClareIsabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
Cassandra ClareI'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.
Cassandra Clare