Quotes by Cassandra Clare

Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

He pulled the Carstairs family ring from his finger and held it out to Will. Take it.Will let his eyes drift down toward it, and then up to Jems face. A dozen awful things he could say, or do, went through his mind. One did not slough off a persona so quickly, he had found. He had pretended to be cruel for so many years that the pretense was still what he reached for first, as a man might absently turn his carriage toward the home he had lived in for all his life, despite the fact that he had recently moved. You wish to marry me now? he said, at last.

Hello, companion, said Magnus.The monkey made a terrible sound, half snarl and half hiss.I begin to rather doubt the beauty of our friendship, said Magnus.

I have been a friend to Shadowhunters. I know many of your families, going back for hundreds of years.There is nothing we can do to correct the questionable judgments of our ancestors, Lucian said.Magnus hated this guy.

Clary, he said. Youre Clary. Youre my best friend.

If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.

I wish I had a parabatai, Emma said. Its like someone whos your family, but because they want to be, not because they have to be.

They sat in silence on the windowsill, their hands locked across the distance between them.

I learned to play the instruments of war, he said, and paint in blood.

You dont get it, Clary. You dont understand what its like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess its not your fault. Its just how you were brought up-

The Scholomance was a piece of Shadowhunter history come to life. A cold castle of towers and corridors carved into the side of a mountain in the Carpathians, it had existed for centuries as a place where the most elite of Shadowhunters were trained to deal with the double menaces of demons and Downworlders. It had been closed when the first Accords were signed: a show of faith that Downworlders and Shadowhunters were no longer at war.

But sleep didnt come. She could hear Jaces soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasnt what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jaces voice as he said I want to hate you, and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadnt said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.

Truth is to be found in dreams,” the King said, looking down at them. From this angle, Emma could see that odd splitting of his face ended at his throat, which was ordinary skin. “Tell me, Shadowhunters: you enter a cave. Inside the cave is and egg, lit from within and glowing. You know that it beats with you dreams-not the ones you have during the day, but the ones you half-remember in the morning. It splits open.What emerges?” “A rose,” said Mark. “With thorns.” Cristina cut her eyes toward him in surprise but remained motionless. “An angel,” she said. “With bloody hands.” “A knife,” said Emma. “Pure and clean.” “Bars,” Julian said quietly. “The bars of a prison cell.

She saw Luke, standing atop a pile of bones. Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back, Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings, Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out of the sky.

She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning.Nice, he said. As graceful as a falling snowflake.

Good. Because I dont need protecting.I knew youd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. Were meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. Thats what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

I have been in the land of Faerie for years and it is a place where mortal blood is turned to fire. It is a place of beauty and terror beyond what can be imagined here. I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And no I am asked to walk upon the earth again.

So youre 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.

Just because you said dragon demons were extinct—I said mostly extinct.Alec jabbed a finger toward him.Mostly extinct, he said, his voice trembling with rage, is NOTEXTINCT ENOUGH.I see, said Jace. Ill just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from almost extinct to not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct. Will that make you happy?

While the Clave disapproves of trespassers, oddly they take an even darker view of beheading and skinning people. Theyre peculiar that way.