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I learned to play the instruments of war, he said, and paint in blood.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Instruments
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Learned
Blood
War
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I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire. His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples.
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A lot of people feel like urban fantasy is a shortcut that gets you around world-building, because it's set in the real world. But it doesn't really work that way, as I found out. You have to come up with just as consistent an internal cosmology and magic system as you would if you were writing high fantasy.
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I think there is hope for you yet, Will Herondale. I will try to learn how to have it, without you to show me. Tessa, Jem said. She knows despair, and hope as well. you can teach each other. Find her, Will, and tell her that I loved her always. My blessings, for all that it is worth, is on you both.
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Hotter than me? --Jace
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cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?
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I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe? He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.
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Sometimes, when Bridget was in a particularly melodious mood, Sophie thought about stalking downstairs and pushing her into the oven like the with in 'Hansel and Gretel.
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Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest.
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I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners. Jace flipped a page. Very funny, Fray.
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How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave? Traded him for Alec, Clary said.
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Where's Magnus? he said. AS he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. Alec! Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. Having discarded his slippers, he was barefoot now. His cat's eyes shone as he looked at Alec.
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Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.
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Whenever I see interesting names, I jot them down. I've found them in lots of different places: on the news, in the phone book, even on hotel registry lists.
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Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time.
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Don't order any of the faerie food, said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not, he added hastily, that this has ever happened to me.
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Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray
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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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Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.
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When somebody tells you there's something wrong with your book they're almost always right, when they tell you how to fix it they're almost always wrong.
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When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you, he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.
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