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Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.
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Is there some particular reason that you're here? ... Not this again. Not what again? said Clary. Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house. Simon pointed at Jace.
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If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement.
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We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
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Will gave a short laugh. He was in gear as if he had just come from the practice room, and his hair curled damply against his temples. He was not looking at Tessa, but she had grown used to that. Will hardly ever looked at her unless he had to.
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Niches set back in the walls contained polished marble statues of entwined bodies. Will looked away from them hastily, and then back. It wasn't as if Magnus seemed to be paying attention to what Will was doing, and he'd honestly never imagined two people could get themselves into a position like that, much less make it look artistic.
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I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things.
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Filters are for cigarrettes and coffee, Simon muttered under his breath as they went inside. Two things I could use right now, incidentally.
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Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.
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When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.
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Doing the right thing because you love someone sucks sometimes.
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“He has many things I haven’t got,” said Jace. “Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination.” - Jace about Simon
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Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal
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He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
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Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. I don't understand what makes them come out like that! Hunger, said Jem. Were you think about blood? No. Were you thinking about eating me? Will inquired. No! No one would blame you, said Jem. He's very annoying.
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Lord Raziel. Surely yoy would not have allowed such a thing as a ritual by wich you might be summoned to exist if you did not intend to be summoned. We Nephilim are your children. We need your guidance
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That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.
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The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.
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Will: I say we sell her to the Gypsies on Hampstead Heath. I hear they puchase spare women as well as hoses. Charlotte: Will, stop it. That's ridivulous. Will:You're right. They'd never buy her. Too scrawny.
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And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
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