I don't care about risk to me," he hissed, leaning forward across the table. "I care about what happens to you! Dammit, I'm practically indestructible. Let me go. You stay behind." "Yes," Clary said, "Jace won't find that odd at all. You can just tell him you've always been secretly in love with him and you can't stand being parted.
Cassandra ClareHis blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.
Cassandra ClareI would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. Itโs non-negotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness?โ He gestured at himself. โWell, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldnโt cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentineโs Day gift.โ โGross,โ said Clary. โMust you?โ He grinned. โI must.
Cassandra ClareOh, 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 ClareWhatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are the flame.
Cassandra Clare