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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

    And then there was Camille.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

    "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."

    He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
    Will blinked at her. “What?”
    “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
    “I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
    Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
    “Mauve,” said Will.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
    "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began.
    "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.'
    'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..."
    Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis."
    "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I have wanted to do this," he said, "every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.
    Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”
    “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'
    Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said.
    'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “I think I may be in love with you, Sophie," said Will. "Marriage could be in the cards.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jem shook his head. "You bit de Quincey" he said. "You fool. He's a VAMPIRE"

    "I had no choice" said Will " He was choking me"

    "I know" Jem said. " But really Will, AGAIN?”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “No, i mean enterprising." said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say,`Now, that is something i would have done´”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping that you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.”
    “I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.”
    “None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.
    “How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.”
    Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal."
    Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?"
    He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law."
    Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious."
    "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hang Mortmain," said Will. "And I mean that literally, of course, but also figuratively.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?"
    "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,” said Will. “I’ll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted."
    Tessa glared.
    "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..."
    "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?"
    "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Nice work in there, Herondale, setting the place on fire,” Gabriel observed. “Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.”
    “Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have done something wrong. Or not doing something wrong as the case may be.” He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel



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