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there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side. - jace
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.
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So here’s where they put you. I didn’t think they even used these cells anymore.” He glanced sideways. “I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.
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It would be one thing if I had been cursed so that everyone I loved would die, said Will. I could keep myself from loving. To keep others from caring for me--it is an odd, exhausting procedure.
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Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away.
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