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Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Murder
Come
Trying

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I didn't get this dressed up to watch you mess around in the gutter with a bunch of motorcycles. They are pretty to look at, said Jace. You have to admit that. So am I, said Isabelle.
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One of the things he'd always loved about Clary was how easily caught up in her imagination she was, how easily she could wall herself away in illusory worlds of curses and princes and destiny and magic.
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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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Now that you know the truth, you can never go back.
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Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.
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There's no need to clarify my finger snap, said Magnus. The implication was clear in the snap itself.
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With a sigh she reached into her pocket and drew out a small velvet bag, which upended on the table. Two gold rings fell out, landing with a soft clink. Simon looked at them puzzled. You want to get married?
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Jem touched the parabatai rune on his shoulder, through the thin material of his nightshirt. I am not alone, he said. Wherever we are, we are as one.
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You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.
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The rich bought wonderful clothes you recognized. The richest had their pople go to Paris and buy the entire new collection that no one outside of the fashion house has seen.
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I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.
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I’m from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.
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He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.
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What's this? he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there. It's a girl, Jace said,recovering his composure. Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.
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I curse you, it said. All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments, it may take years, but any who look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever. And I shall begin it with her. It snarled in Ella’s direction, and vanished.
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Where's Magnus? he said. AS he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. Alec! Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. Having discarded his slippers, he was barefoot now. His cat's eyes shone as he looked at Alec.
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Clary grinned at Luke. “So you’re not moving to Idris, I take it?” “Nah,” he said. He looked as happy as she’d ever seen him. “The pizza here is terrible.
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Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
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But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.
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Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.
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