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He looks, Simon had once said to Isabelle, like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side. - jace
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Magnus got to his feet. “I do believe that's my cue to leave as well,” he said. Clary noticed he was avoiding looking at Alec. “I'd say it's been nice meeting you all, but, in fact, it hasn't. It's been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see a single one of you will be far too soon.
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I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin. 'Tomorrow,fishnets.' Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.
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Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in a white gauze. “Okay, now take off your shirt.” (Isabelle) “I knew there was something in this for you.” (Jace) ~pg. 329~
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He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you. I don't suppose it would be possible, said Henry into the silence, to, er, step on him?
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Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329-
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My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health. - City of Bones (said by Jace Wayland)
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It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.
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What kind of guardian are you? Shouldn't you have gone to the bathroom with him? Isabelle demanded. Jordan looked horrified. Dudes, he said, do not follow other dudes to the bathroom.
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You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.
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They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.
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Heroes aren't always the ones who win. They're the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don't give up. That's what makes them heroes.
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As long as everyone's wearing their own pants. I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.
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You should see his older brother,” said Jem. “Makes Gabriel look sweeter than gingerbread. Hates Will even more thanGabriel, too, if that’s possible.
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You're not gay, are you? Simon's greenish color deepened. If I were, I would dress better.
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As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.
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Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.' - Magnus Bane
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Magnus gazed upon Camille. Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.
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For free will is what makes us Heaven's creatures.
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(Sebastian) See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that. Like what? Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans.
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