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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death. He blinked. There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?
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It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.
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So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you, said Simon, not very kindly. That seems contradictory, doesn't it? Love is a contradiction, said Jace.
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Come with me, she said. Stay with me. Be with me. See everything with me. I have traveled the world and seen so much, but there is so much more, and no one I would rather see it with than you. I would go everywhere and anywhere with you, Jem Carstairs.
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You can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.
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Don't. Clary raised a warning hand. I'm not really in the mood right now. That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me, Jace mused.
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We’re Nephilim. Every one of our life’s passages has some mystical component — our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone’s parabatai. It’s no small commitment.
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Jem told me what Ragnor Fell said about my father,” Will said. “That for my father, there was only ever one woman he loved, and it was her for him, or nothing. You are that for me. I love you, and I will only ever love you until I die —
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And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.
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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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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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Good. Because I don't need protecting. I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.
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There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —
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Now that you know the truth, you can never go back.
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There might not be so much of a difference between the side of Light and the side of Dark as you suppose. After all, without the Dark, there is nothing for the light to burn away.
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Fine,” Kyle said. “I’m a werewolf. I’m not part of a pack, but I do have an alliance. Have you heard of the Praetor Lupus?” “I’ve heard of lupus,” said Simon. “Isn’t it a kind of disease?
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Hail and Farewell, my brother.
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Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?
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You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus, Catarina said, her voice flat. Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.
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The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
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