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
new-york sorry liars
Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.
queens ideas giving
I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer." "Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile. "'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested. "Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said. "I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.
guilt matter blame
No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.
lying air order
Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.
world
You are the central point about which his world spins.
axes world strange
It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.
winter russia may
You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.
myth
There is no one religion, no one truth and no myth lacks meaning
heart hands what-if
And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.
rain flower chance
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.
may lost wells
For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.
years people vampire
I always knew there were vampires, dude,” he’d said. “Because, you know how there’s people you know who, like, always look the same, even when they’re, like, a hundred years old? Like David Bowie? That’s because they’re vampires.
drinking blood vampire
And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.
responsibility thinking term
I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms