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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
    "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
    "I knew we should have left you a rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #3
    “Never trust a duck.”
    Will Herondale

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “You bit de Quincey," he said. "You fool. He's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire."
    "I had no choice," said Will. "He was choking me."
    "I know," Jem said. "But really, Will. Again?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Love potions? For Will 'erondale? 'Tain't my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you 'as got no need of love potions, and that's a fact."

    "No," Will said, a little desperation in his voice. "I was looking for the opposite, really -- something that might put an end to being in love."

    "An 'atred potion?" Mol still sounded amused.

    "I was hoping for something more akin to indifference? Tolerance?"

    She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. "I 'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing."

    And with that she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, "for me..." And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “May I make a suggestion," said Will. "About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you'd like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a little to the left-”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “But what of you?” Gabriel said, and they
    were very close now, almost touching. “It is
    your choice to make now, to stay or return.”
    “I will stay,” Cecily said. “I choose the
    war.”
    Gabriel let out the breath he hadn’t realized
    he was holding. “You will give up your
    home?”
    “A drafty old house in Yorkshire?” Cecily
    said. “This is London.”
    “And give up what is familiar?”
    “Familiar is dull.”
    “And give up seeing your parents? It is
    against the Law …”
    She smiled, the glimmer of a smile.
    “Everyone breaks the Law.”
    “Cecy,” he said, and closed the distance
    between them, though it was not much, and
    then he was kissing her—his hands awkward
    around her shoulders at first, slipping on the
    stiff taffeta of her gown before his fingers
    slid behind her head, tangling in her soft,
    warm hair. She stiffened in surprise before
    softening against him, the seam of her lips
    parting as he tasted the sweetness of her
    mouth. When she drew away at last, he felt
    light-headed. “Cecy?” he said again, his
    voice hoarse.
    “Five,” she said. Her lips and cheeks were
    flushed, but her gaze was steady.
    “Five?” he echoed blankly.
    907/1090
    “My rating,” she said, and smiled at him.
    “Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require
    work, but the native talent is certainly
    there. What you require is practice.”
    “And you are willing to be my tutor?”
    “I should be very insulted if you chose another,”
    she said, and leaned up to kiss him
    again.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Demon pox," said Sophie. "Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him."
    The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry called after her; Will leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “In that case" Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face,"I think I would prefer it if you called me by my Christian name, as you do with Miss Lovelace.
    Will look at her, slow and hard, then smiled. His blue eyes lit when he smiled. "Then you must do the same for me," he said. "Tessa."
    She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing if for the first time-the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath. Her own breath was very short when he said, softly, "Will."
    "Yes?" Amusement glittered his eyes.
    With a sort of horror Tessa realized that she had simply said his name for the sake of saying it; she hadn't actually had a question.”
    Cassandra Clare , Clockwork Angel

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being so polite?!"
    He looked at her in amazement. "But wouldn't you rather-"
    "I would not rather. I don't want you to be polite! I want you to be Will! I don't want you to indicate points of architectural interest to me as if you were a Baedecker guide! I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things, and make up songs and be-" The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. "And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall strike you with my umbrella."
    "I am trying to court you," Will said in exasperation. "Court you properly. That's what all this has been about. You know that, don't you?"
    "Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre," Tessa pointed out.
    "No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?"
    "You would make a very ugly woman."
    "I would not. I would be stunning."
    Tessa laughed. "There," she said. "There is Will. Isn't that better? Don't you think so?"
    "I don't know," Will said, eyeing her. I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas."
    Tessa laughed again, and then they were both laughing, their smothered giggles bouncing off the walls of the Whispering Gallery. After that, things were decidedly easier between them, and Will's smile when he helped her down from the carriage on their return home, was bright and real.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “The moment his hand closed about the stone, light blazed from it again, raying out through his fingers. For the first time Tessa saw that he had a design on the back of his hand, drawn there as if in black ink. It looked like an open eye. "As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray," he said, "let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate it never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Why are we bringing him along, again?" Will inquired, of the world in general as well as his sister.
    Cecily put her hands on her hips. "Why are you bringing Tessa?"
    "Because Tessa and I are going to be married," Will said, and Tessa smiled; the way that Will's little sister could ruffle his feathers like no one else was still amusing to her.
    "Well, Gabriel and I might well be married," Cecily said. "Someday."
    Gabriel made a choking noise, and turned an alarming shade of purple.
    Will threw up his hands. "You can't be married Cecily! You're only fifteen! When I get married, I'll be eighteen! An adult!"
    Cecily did not look impressed. "We may have a long engagement," she said. "But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met."
    Will sputtered. "I am not counseling you to marry a man your parents have never met!"
    "Then we are in agreement. Gabriel must meet Mam and Dad.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre," Tessa pointed out.
    "No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?"
    "You would make a very ugly woman."
    "I would not. I would be stunning.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “JEM: Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?
    WILL: They don’t expect it.
    JEM: Of course they don’t. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably expect you to have more sense.
    WILL: That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?
    JEM: It hardly serves you, either.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #21
    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

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “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

  • #24
    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

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again.
    A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'
    Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
    ..."At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
    "Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is there some particular reason that you're here?" ...
    "Not this again."
    "Not what again?" said Clary.
    "Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
    "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
    "Selling them on what?"
    Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones



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