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Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

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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
Hope
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Are you threatening to kidnap me? If you want to look at it that way, Jace said, yes.
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Bitten? You mean you're a- A werewolf, said the girl. Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole's sister.
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She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves.
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If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement.
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Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death? Simon wondered out loud. It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.
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There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
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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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That's right, he said. I created a a bunch of Forsaken Warriors, had them attack the Institute and kill Madeleine and nearly kill the rest of us, just so that I could keep Clary from at home. And lo and behold, my diabolical plan is working.
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The demon bared its greenish fangs. This is my true form. An ugly surprise for you, I suppose. I daresay it's an improvement, said Will. You weren't much to look at before, and at least the horns are dramatic.
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Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it—a heart ringing? But when you touch me, that is what it is like, as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
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Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
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But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering
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I love you so much, so incredibly much, he went on, and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who you are. I forget that you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.
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