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A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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Through many waters borne, brother, I am come to thy sad grave, that I may give these last gifts to the dead. Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.
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The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.” It’s a mirror,” Simon said. “You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.
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Dear Alec and Magnus, How are you? Everything's just fine here. Thanks for you postcard with the picture of the Taj Mahal. It looks nice. Disregard my last few postcards. I see I overdid it. To make it up to you, I'm going to redecorate Magnus's loft for free. -Izzy
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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 don’t like keeping her in the dark,” Jace said. “We’ll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?” Jace gave him a look. “Two weeks ago you were dead.” “Well, I wasn’t suggesting two weeks,” said Sebastian. “That would be insane.
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She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. Are we stealing this boat? Stealing' is such an ugly word, he mused. What do you want to call it? He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. An extreme case of window-shopping.
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I guess you're coming as my date now. Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that, said Jordan. We better get you something nice to wear, though, he called as Simon headed back into his room. I want you to look pretty.
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Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it—a heart ringing? But when you touch me, that is what it is like, as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
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