Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare
Judith Rumelt, 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...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth27 July 1973
CityTehran, Iran
CountryUnited States of America
strong pain powerful
Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.
enemy
To destroy the enemy it can be necessary to understand him.
children believe opposites
You can't raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.
wall hands done
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
mother looks jace
And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.
sarcastic boys city-of-lost-souls
She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.
black trying world
She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.
sleep night wandering-around
I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.
names jace shadowhunters
We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.
strong brother thanks
Screw the Silent Brothers." "No thanks. There's strong and silent, and then there's just freaky." "Isabelle!
people hug my-sister
Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her." "You don't hug people," Jace said. "I ran out of time to bake a casserole.
mean names sheep
Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.” “What does that mean?” “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.
clouds lightning strikers
There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
dirty thinking mind
And spare me the jokes about scoring." "Dammit, woman, you read my mind," he said. "Is there no filthy wordplay you can't forsee?" "It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts." "So, ninety-five percent of the time.