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You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Awareness
Knowing

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Isabelle glanced back at them. They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets. She grinned. Or, Simon said ,maybe they're here for the hash browns.
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Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.
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He does what he wants, and I don’t ask,” he said. “He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It’s not my business. But if you’re asking me if I’ve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don’t want anybody but you.
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Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.
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From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace
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It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.
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Does she still love you? I don't think so, Magnus said dryly. She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't. Alec sputtered. As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.
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But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.
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Was that Will? she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. Perhaps he's been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton, he suggested. It seems possible... For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement.
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Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
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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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What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. “This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like ‘darling’ or ‘love’), now it’s idiot.
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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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I may be a killer, Jace said, but I know what I am. Can you say the same?
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Are you going to wolf out and eat me now? Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest. But kosher. I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.
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I want my people to be protected, strong, and not to be driven into corners until they either become killers or are killed!
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She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.
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He saved your life,” Clary pointed out. “Details,” said Simon dismissively.
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