The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“I love giraffes. They always look surprised to be up so high.”

a Sorcerer-Queen who had magicked up ten thousand cats to be the attendants at her wedding).

“You thought you could treat Antonetta as you treat everyone else. You thought she had no one to protect her.” He stood up. “You were wrong.”

he sees a woman wrapped in flames, her eyes like blank pearls, and beside her a great raven, with outstretched wings.

You will be that power. You will protect Castellane. You will protect your people.

Why was it that people couldn’t just be straightforward these days? Honestly, just think of all the strife in the world that could be avoided if people would just say what they meant.

shes so real for that

You are the Ancient of Days. You will change the course of history.

You are my unbreakable armor. And you will not die.”

“My lady. I am Kellian Saren, born an orphan of Castellane. I have no blood family, but I am the Sword Catcher, the protector of the Prince of Castellane, and though I am exiled from Marivent, I will always be that.”

“Yes,” Markus rasped. “Together.”