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I tell so many lies, sweetheart, he said. which one specifically?
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen.
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The world is a wheel. When we rise or fall, we do it together.
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You cannot save every fallen bird, said Woolsey. One will do, said Magnus.
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The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
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That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana. This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.
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Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make Tessa love him.
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Hey, said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin? Not really, said Simon. Magnus is wearing lederhosen. And yet, still no.
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I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.
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There is no pretending, Jace said with absolute clarity. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.
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I am not the one of us who has no heart.
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The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.
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I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.
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That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hand to catch yours. Humans did not last forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.
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By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~
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Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like ducking glass mole.
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Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?
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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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It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.
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She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. Are we stealing this boat? Stealing' is such an ugly word, he mused. What do you want to call it? He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. An extreme case of window-shopping.
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The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
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