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I do not walk like a duck.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.
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There's more to someone being lovable than the way they look. ...he told me that the way you can tell if a bug or a snake is poisonous, like, is if it's got really lovely, bright markings. The more the beautiful its skin is, the more deadly it is. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
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I forgot, Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. Faeries have no sense of humor. Oh, I wouldn't say that, said Jace. There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not, he added, that I have ever been there.
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For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.
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He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
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We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
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Isabelle: All the boys are gay. In this van, anyway. Well, except for you, Simon. Simon: Glad you noticed. Magnus: I prefer to think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual. Alec: Please never say that in front of my parents.
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Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.” “What does that mean?” “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.
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No fewer than four of my esteemed elders told me I was on no account to ever converse with you, so I vowed that I would know you. My name is Edmund Herondale. May I ask your name? They reffered to you only as 'that disgraceful one-warlock show.
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But you have to learn to bend a little, said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story's content, the rhythm of Jace's voice had made her sleepy. Or you'll break. Not if your strong enough, said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek.
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Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.
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The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.” - Will Herondale
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But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that—so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.
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I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.
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Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.
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Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.
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As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
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That’s why girls have boyfriends. So you have someone to take you to boring functions.
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