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There was a man who was worthless, and knew he was worthless, and yet however far down he tried to sink his soul, there was always some part of him capable of great action.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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I'll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from 'almost extinct' to 'not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.' Will that make you happy?
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We had and incident. I took care of it. Really. Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?
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Wanderlust is not unheard of in our kind it comes upon us now and then. When you can live forever, staying in one place can come to seem a dull prison after many, many years.
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She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.
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