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
dark eggplant black
The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.
ducks littles never-trust
Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale
character men said
You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.
laughter party mean
It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep.
hate sound fine
She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong
panthers crosses demented
Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.
world shapes bears
It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.
darkness world sometimes
Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness...
past matter
I just don't see why the past has to matter.
long together ready
As long as we're together, I'm ready for anything.
forever sixteen seems
Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.
coincidence building jace
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked? Jace: I was following you. Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me?
long kind eternity
Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.
bleeding suspense upstairs
Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.