Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare
Judith Rumelt, better known by her pen name Cassandra Clare, is an American author of young adult fiction, best known for her bestselling series The Mortal Instruments...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth27 July 1973
CityTehran, Iran
CountryUnited States of America
eye blue golden
Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.
kissing our-love jace
Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.
toilets cups bones
It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.
trying jace ends
Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.
believe boys two
She looked out then, through the crowd, and saw Simon with the Lightwoods, looking at her across the empty space that separated them. It was the same way that Jace had looked at her at the manor. It was the one thread that bound these two boys that she loved so much, she thought, their one commonality: They both believed in her even when she didn't believe in herself.
monsters faces
He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.
fitness running kill-me
What don't kill me... Had better start running!
humor sarcasm should-have
Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane." "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down." "Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed." Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.
strength faith strong
Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it--he'd known she was as strong has he was.
beautiful mother wanted
Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.
mom humorous sleep
Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.
boys naughty rude
No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.
love beautiful blood
You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me." She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world.
class pages stuff
I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.