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Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Funny isn’t it?” said Sebastian. “The lies good people tell. He’ll probably make you eggs every day for the rest of your life now, and you’ll choke them down because you can’t tell him you don’t like them.” Clary thought of the Seelie Queen. “Love makes liars of us all?
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Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.
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molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
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How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.
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At the time I thought what I had with you and your mother was better than nothing. But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
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By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~
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Clary: He wanted me to come with him. To join him and Sebastain. I guess he wants their evil little duo to be a little evil trio. She shrugged. Maybe he's lonely. Sebastian cant be the greatest company. Magnus: we don't know that. He could be absolutely fantastic at Scrabble.
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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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Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?
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The first one is always the hardest, he said. The first? The first one you love who dies, he said. It gets easier, after.
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Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
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One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.
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