Judith Lewis (née Rumelt, born July 27, 1973), better known by her pen name Cassandra Clare, is an American author of young adult fiction, best known for her bestselling series The Mortal Instruments.
to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
It was, of course, odd for a lady to be opening her own door, but from the look of the place, Magnus assumed the entire staff of servants had been given the decade off.
we are not here just because we have nowhere else; we need nowhere else, because we have the Institute, and those who are in it are our family.
It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true. ' 'And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.
And when Jace was ten years old, Valentine killed him. Michael, I mean. " "That sounds like something he would do," said Luke. His tone was neutral, but there was something in his voice that made Clary look at him sideways. Did he not believe her? "Jace saw him die, " she added, as if to bolster her claim. "That's awful," said Luke. "Poor messed-up kid.
One must always be careful of books,' said Tessa, 'and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us. ' 'I'm not sure a book has ever changed me,' said Will. 'Well there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep-' 'Only the very weak minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,' said Tessa, determined not to let him run wildly off with the conversation.
Samuel! Are you alright?" A vision of Samuel being brained by the falling bars rose up before Simon's eyes. Samuel's voice rose to a scream. "GO AWAY!" Simon looked sideways at Jace. "I think he means it. " Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?
She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.
Can I help you with something?" Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you. " Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.
I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face. " "Even more reason why I should go," said Will.
Jem seemed to look through her then, as if he were seeing something beyond her, beyond the corridor, beyond the Institute itself. "Whatever 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. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside. " He smiled them, seeming to have come back to himself, slightly embarrassed. "That's what I believe.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side. " - jace
He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.
Jace,” she said. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself. ” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.
You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.
Just be careful. When we arrive at the house, you can’t look to me for help or instruction. Remember, I am your human subjugate. You keep me about you for blood—blood whenever you want it—and nothing else. ” “So you’re not going to speak tonight,” Tessa said. “At all. ” “Not unless you instruct me to,” said Will. “This evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.
I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor. " "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.
Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate. " "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!" "Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke. " "So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyway.
He speaks of you only with the greatest pride, Will