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I always knew there were vampires, dude,” he’d said. “Because, you know how there’s people you know who, like, always look the same, even when they’re, like, a hundred years old? Like David Bowie? That’s because they’re vampires.
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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But the rest of Jace’s mind is watching the door slam behind her and seeing the final ruin of all his dreams. It was one thing to push it to this point. It is another to let go forever. Because he knows Clary, and if she goes now, she will not ever come back.
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Jace flushed a slow, dark red. It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt- Even if you thought it would help the Clave, Simon said, you'd never let them have her. What makes you say that, vampire? Because no one can have her but yousaid Simon
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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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I never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad. -Jace
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I don’t like keeping her in the dark,” Jace said. “We’ll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?” Jace gave him a look. “Two weeks ago you were dead.” “Well, I wasn’t suggesting two weeks,” said Sebastian. “That would be insane.
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Oh, I'll trust you, the boy told him carelessly. It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood, Magnus said under his breath.
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