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She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Judith Rumelt
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What are you thinking? Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see. Everything down there is exactly the same, he said. You're the one that's different.
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But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.
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He bent down to her their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.
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Will: Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ... Jem: Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis. Or demon pox, Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.
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When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.
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I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe? He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.
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[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.
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You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.
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He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
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Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
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Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
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Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.
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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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How can you not understand? He pointed at her books. You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad? He raised his arms dramatically. My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure---
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His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
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The sensation of falling was the worst part.
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