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
men ego males
Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.
book reading writing
I love reading epic fantasies and big fat books and so I really wanted to write one. I think you always write what you want to read.
war cutting imperfection
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
hurt eye fighting
It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste.
book trying faces
trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.
mean paris towers
you know this means that what we did-what we almost did in Paris-" "Going to the Eiffel Tower?
people half humans
How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people—to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?
beautiful sides bluntness
He cocked his head to the side. "Did he die well?" "He died screaming." Charlotte's bluntness startled Tessa. "What a beautiful thing to hear.
thinking ifs
I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.
mean matter turns
But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?
sweet kindness little-sister
He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
mother men keys
There was a man once who said that mothers carry the key of our souls with them all our lives. But you threw mine away
thinking texting warlocks
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl' I'm going to kill you
sweet smell morality
He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption