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
brother hair silent
The Brother's hood fell back, and his silvery hair shone out in the dim chamber like starlight. All the air rushed out of Tessa's lungs in a single instant. The Silent Brother was Jem.
wrong-person fallen persons
Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?
sophie want cures
I want it to stop," he said. "Sophie says everyone is still searching for a cure for me. I know I gave Will my permission, but I want everyone to cease looking now, Charlotte. It is over.
hands long tables
Does anyone know why Will left?" Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them were seated. Cecily, her hands folded demurely before her, suddenly became very interested in the pattern of the carpet.
hate break areas
I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.
princess love-you men
You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.
needs looks graves
I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.
princess love-you thinking
I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who you are. I forget that you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.
angel hair hands
I don’t want to be Nephilim,” said Jace. “I want to be something else. Stronger, faster, better than human. But different. Not subservient to the Laws of an angel who couldn’t care less about us. Free.” He ran his hand through a curl of her hair. “I’m happy now, Clary. Doesn’t that make a difference?
son my-son jace
Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.
firsts one-you-love said
The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.
running dark two
Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
waiting world share
Will you come with me? For I cannot wait to share the world with you, Jem. There is so much to see.
ideas dying jace
Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle.