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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Maryse: I am fighting for a better world for myself and my son.
    Magnus: I have no interest in the world you want or in your doubteless repellent brat, I might add.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Last Stand of the New York Institute

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “I need some beef and broccoli before I face any more Mr. Darcy. It's a truth universally acknowledged that if you watch too much television on am empty stomach, your head falls off."
    "If your head fall off, " Tessa said, "the hairdressing industry would go into an economic meltdown”
    Cassandra Clare, The Last Stand of the New York Institute

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “This was love, new and bright and terrifying”
    Cassandra Clare, What to Buy the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person who believed that the others around him were so much more important than he was, who already believed he was letting everybody down. And he was honest, the kind of person that was naturally open about all he felt and wanted. Alec's virtues had made a trap for him; these two good qualities had collided painfully. He felt he could not be honest without disappointing everyone he loved. It was a hideous conundrum for him. It was as if the world had been designed to make him unhappy.”
    Cassandra Clare, What to Buy the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Yeah,” he said, eyelashes lowering as his gaze traced the movement of her fingers. “It hurt me being away from you. It feels like there’s a hook dug in under my ribs, and there’s something pulling at the other end. Like I’m tethered to you, no matter the distance.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’ve got a lot of responsibility now,” Jace said to Julian. “You’ll have to make sure Emma winds up with a guy who deserves her.”
    Julian was strangely white-faced. Maybe he was feeling the effects of the ceremony, Emma thought. It had been strong magic; she still felt it sizzling through her blood like champagne bubbles. But Jules looked as if he’d been slapped.
    “What about me?” Emma said, quickly. “Don’t I have to make sure Jules winds up with someone who deserves him?”
    “Absolutely. I did it for Alec, Alec did it for me — well, actually, he hated Clary at first, but he came around.”
    “I BET you didn’t like Magnus much, either,” said Julian, still with the same odd, stiff look on his face.
    “Maybe not,” said Jace, “but I never would have said so.”
    “Because it would have hurt Alec’s feelings?” Emma asked.
    “No,” said Jace, “because Magnus would have turned me into a hat rack.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “The cycle hit the beach and spun out. Emma went into a rolling crouch as she flew free of it, keeping her elbows in, pushing the air hard out of her lungs. She turned her head as she hit the sand, slapping her palms down to roll herself forward, absorbing the impact of the fall through her arms and shoulders, her knees folding up into her chest. The stars wheeled crazily overhead as she spun, sucking in her breath as her body slowed its rolling. She came to a stop on her back, her hair and clothes full of sand and her ears full of the sound of the wildly crashing ocean…”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Emma swallowed. She was remembering Julian, two years ago, standing in the overlapping circles of fire where the parabatai ritual was performed. The look on his face as they each stepped into the central circle and the fire rose up around them, and he unbuttoned his shirt to let her touch the stele to his skin and carve the rune that would bind them together for their whole lives. She knew if she just reached out now, she could touch it, touch the rune cut into his shoulder, the rune she had put there …”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Cristina looked after Emma, her hand going to the pendant at her own throat. It was silver, in the shape of a circle with a rose inside it. The rose was wrapped around with thorny briars. Words were written in Latin on the back: she didn’t need to look at them to know them. She’d known them all her life. Blessed be the Angel my strength who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. The rose for Rosales, the words for Raziel, the Angel who had created the Shadowhunters a thousand years ago. Cristina had always thought Emma fought for her parabatai and for revenge, while she fought for family and faith. But maybe it was all the same thing: maybe it was all love, in the end.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hello? This is Clary Fairchild.”

    “Clary? It’s me, Emma.”

    “Oh, Emma, hi! I haven’t heard from you in ages. My mom says thanks for the wedding flowers, by the way. She wanted to send a note but Luke whisked her away on a honeymoon to Tahiti.”

    “Tahiti sounds nice.”

    “It probably is — Jace, what are you doing with that thing? There is no way it’ll fit.”

    “Is this a bad time?”

    “What? No! Jace is trying to drag a trebuchet into the training room. Alec, stop helping him.”

    “What’s a trebuchet?”

    “It’s a huge catapult.”

    “What are they going to use it for?”

    “I have no idea. Alec, you’re enabling! You’re an enabler!”

    “Maybe it is a bad time.”

    “I doubt there’ll be a better one. Is something wrong? Is there anything I can do?”

    “I think we have your cat.”

    “What?”

    “Your cat. Big fuzzy Blue Persian? Always looks angry? Julian says it’s your cat. He says he saw it at the New York Institute. Well, saw him. It’s a boy cat.”

    “Church? You have Church? But I thought — well, we knew he was gone. We thought Brother Zachariah took him. Isabelle was annoyed, but they seemed to know each other. I’ve never seen Church actually likeanyone like that.”

    “I don’t know if he likes anyone here. He bit Julian twice. Oh, wait. Julian says he likes Ty. He’s asleep on Ty’s bed.”

    “How did you wind up with him?”

    “Someone rang our front doorbell. Diana, she’s our tutor, went down to see what it was. Church was in a cage on the front step with a note tied to it. It said For Emma. This is Church, a longtime friend of the Carstairs. Take care of this cat and he will take care of you. —J.”

    “Brother Zachariah left you a cat.”

    “But I don’t even really know him. And he’s not a Silent Brother any more.”

    “You may not know him, but he clearly knows you.”

    “What do you think the J stands for?”

    “His real name. Look, Emma, if he wants you to have Church, and you want Church, you should keep him.”

    “Are you sure? The Lightwoods —“

    ‘They’re both standing here nodding. Well, Alec is partially trapped under a trebuchet, but he seems to be nodding.”

    “Jules says we’d like to keep him. We used to have a cat named Oscar, but he died, and, well, Church seems to be good for Ty’s nightmares.”

    “Oh, honey. I think, really, he’s Brother Zachariah’s cat. And if he wants you to have him, then you should.”

    “Why does Brother Zachariah want to protect me? It’s like he knows me, but I don’t know why he knows me.”

    “I don’t exactly know … But I know Tessa. She’s his — well, girlfriend seems not the right word for it. They’ve known each other a long, long time. I have a feeling they’re both watching over you.”

    “That’s good. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

    “Emma — oh my God. The trebuchet just crashed through the floor. I have to go. Call me later.”

    “But we can keep the cat?”

    “You can keep the cat.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #11
    George R.R. Martin
    “The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. 'In this light she could almost be a beauty', he thought. 'In this light she could almost be a knight'.”
    George R. R. Martin

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “There were impressive stone paths and benches and even a statue of an angel that gave Simon nervous fits, since he was a Doctor Who fan. The angel wasn’t weeping, exactly, but it looked too depressed for Simon’s liking.”
    Cassandra Clare, Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy

  • #13
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King



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