He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.
Cassandra ClareWithout him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness.
Cassandra ClareI have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said. "And what is that?" "They are not true.
Cassandra ClareSo youโre suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? Iโm sure the Clave will be ecstatic.โ โTheyโll just say youโre mad,โ said Jessamine. โThey already think it, so whatโs the difference, really?
Cassandra Clarethe [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.
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