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
beautiful dream morning
It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning." Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -" He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?" "It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.
sorry max jace
Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.
brother silent jace
What?" Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.
missing body sparks
Dead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.
want saws firsts
From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace
luck bad-luck knows
Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.
wall doors want
He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded. “It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.
ouch tone ears
Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.” “Well, you landed on me.
tomatoes soup olives
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.
valentine waiting wake-up
They also said she was unconscious and that Valentine wasn’t happy about it. He seems to be waiting for her to wake up.” “I’d stay unconscious if I were her,” Isabelle muttered.
dark hunters demon
I am a demon hunter. Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark.
broken pieces wonder
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.
boys blame pins
But that was Isabelle — if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him
gratitude hate valentine
And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn’t even know he was one?