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It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Jace suggested that the cast of Gilligan's Island could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.
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Well, why did you kill Jeremiah? And don't bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this.
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Well, then, since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.
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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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Marry me, he said. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
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Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. And there is a beauty that brevity alone provides.” He dropped his gaze, then raised it to hers. “I would give you everything of myself,” he said. “I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.
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Clary stopped dead in her tracks. Simon? Oh, God, said Jace, sounding resigned. And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting. -Clary and Jace pg. 114
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He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.
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Meanwhile,” Simon added, “I wanted to tell you that lately I‘ve been cross-dressing. Also, I‘m sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.
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Come with me. Come with you? To Pandemonium? To the Void? And here I thought that my invitation to summer in New Jersey was the worst I had ever received.
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The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.” - Will Herondale
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And spare me the jokes about scoring. Dammit, woman, you read my mind, he said. Is there no filthy wordplay you can't forsee? It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts. So, ninety-five percent of the time.
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But it was Valentine. I saw him. In fact, he had the Sword with him when he came down to the cells and taunted me through the bars. It was like a bad movie, except he didn't actually twirl his mustache. - Jace Wayland
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That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it? Magnus pointed. It's awfully butch for a bookseller.
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Simon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like Magnus’s party,” Isabelle reassured him. “Everything here ought to be safe to drink.” “Ought to be?” Aline look worried.
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Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
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He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.
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If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.
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Do you really wish to disobey me, Marbas? Do you wish to anger my father?
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