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Simon-But werewolfs don't like our kind! Jordan-I do. It's his kind I don't like. They think they're better than everyone else. Jace-No, I think I'm better than everybody else. City of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, and Jordan.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.
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How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.
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Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.
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You are the Lightwoods — you are all that is left of the Lightwoods.
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Okayyyyy,” Isabelle said in a low voice, “When did Brother Zachariah get hot?
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Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler.
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Now this is really going to impress Valentine. I don't know, Clary said. Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers we get the Aquatruck. If you don't like it, Nephilim, came Magnus's voice, faintly, from the truck cab, you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.
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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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Anyway, he's [Simon] obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say. And she [Isabelle] stalked off, back toward the bar. - City of Fallen Angels pg 188 hardcover
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It was sometimes inconvenient to have the gold-green, slit-pupilled eyes of a cat, but this was usually easily hidden with a small glamour, and if not, well, there were quite a few ladies-and men-who didn't find it a drawback.
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They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.
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What are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. A warlock, Magnus answered. And what are you? We are many. Please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that. Do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? Just breaking the ice
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Piano keys jangled as he got to his feet. Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake? Nobody. I woke up on my own. Was there anyone with you?
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Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself.
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Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”.
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Magnus gazed upon Camille. Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.
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Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.
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she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
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Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought. So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with-but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.
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