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I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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That's right, he said. I created a a bunch of Forsaken Warriors, had them attack the Institute and kill Madeleine and nearly kill the rest of us, just so that I could keep Clary from at home. And lo and behold, my diabolical plan is working.
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Perhaps, but you would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
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It's Simon, he's missing. Ahh. said Magnus delicately Missing what exactly? Missing! Jace repeated As in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared
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Jace,” she said. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.
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I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.
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I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face. Even more reason why I should go, said Will.
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