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He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
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I fear I must agree, Magnus murmured. He pressed a hand over his heart and his new peacock-blue waistcoast. I strive to find some respect in my heart for you, but alas! It seems an impossible quest.
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Clary: Now that I'm in your mind, want to see some mental pictures of Jace? Simon: I heard that and NO... You've seen him naked? Clary: Well not entirely but- Simon: Enough
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All that existed was Jace all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
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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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But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
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