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Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Sulk
Coordination
Pregnant
Grace
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Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.
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Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.
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We may not be all that bright, Jace said, but at least we are alive.
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So you’re suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? I’m sure the Clave will be ecstatic.” “They’ll just say you’re mad,” said Jessamine. “They already think it, so what’s the difference, really?
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Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do.
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Dear me, said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. Is it because I'm better-looking than you?
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I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.
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Take off your shirt. Jace raised his eyebrows. I'm not going to attack you, she said impatiently. I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning. Are you sure? he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to
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You want a round table meeting, we can have a round table meeting. I love round tables, said Magnus brightly. They suit me so much better than square.
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Okay. I've got a good one. Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
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Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too. Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor. In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.
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If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat, Jace muttered. Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. What did you say? Jace edged toward the fridge. I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat. That's what I thought you said. Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.
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Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn’t talking about him, even when he knows they are.
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Maryse sighed.Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?
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Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
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Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.
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His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
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The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
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Investigation? Isabelle laughed. Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names. Good idea, said Jace. I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.
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As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.
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