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Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.

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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Hey, said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin? Not really, said Simon. Magnus is wearing lederhosen. And yet, still no.
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Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?' Jace said, Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself. ...At least, she said, you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland. Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.
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He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.
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You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you? Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. You're crazier than I thought
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He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies. - Jace about Simon
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A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye, he said. It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another.
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As if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.
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He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.
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It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.
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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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Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.
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Magnus was sure that the llama stampede he witnessed was a coincidence. The llamas could not be judging him.
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Dear Alec and Magnus, I known we're not really close, but Isabelle just came by to drop off a pleated orange velvet tux that she claims I will be wearing to your wedding. Is this true, and if so, why orange? -Simon
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Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend. He beamed and wiggled his fingers blue sparks shot from them. He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.
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And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff? Clary gnawed her lower lip. So I hear. And you kill them, too? Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects. Only when they've been naughty.
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That ones yours,huh?he asked,pointing to 3A.How come it just says 'Kyle'?Doesnt he have a last name? Kyle wants to be a rock star,Simon said,heading down the stairs.I think his working the one-name thing.Like Rihanna.
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We don't require luck, said Will, we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?
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She felt as if she had been running, and had created a hill and was racing down the other side, and there was no stopping now. Gravity was taking her where she had to go. But -- everyone cares about something. Don't they?
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No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
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Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
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