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Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-“ “She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.” “Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Judith Rumelt
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Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale
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And you love Sophie. Gideon's mouth tensed. She's a mundane and a servant, said Gabriel. I don't know what you expect to come of it, Gideon. Nothing, Gideon said roughly. I expect nothing. But the fact that you believe I should shows that our family brought us up to believe that we should do right only if some reward was the result
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