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It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Mortality
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It didn’t matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angel’s. Jace, she said.
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I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale
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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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Will nodded slowly, then looked up at tha black sky. The stars, he said. I have never seen them so bright. The wind has blown off the fog, I think. Magnus thought of the joy on Will's face as he had stood bleeding in Camille's living room, clutching the demon tooth in his hand. Somehow I don't think it's the stars that have changed.
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You can't raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.
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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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Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
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[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.
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To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.
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It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.
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When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.
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Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at him in gape-mouthed horror. Jessamine, beside her, was wide eyed. Sorry I'm late. You know, I think I might nearly have the Sensor working- Will interrupted. Henry, he said, You're on fire. You do know that don't you?
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Magnus had been alive hundreds of years himself, and yet the simplest things could turn a day into a jewel, and a succession of days into a glittering chain that went on and on. Here was the simplest thing: a pretty girl liked him, and the day shone.
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I get no sense from his note at all,” said Will, bounding to his feet, “except that he can quote Tennyson’s lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?” “Half an hour,” said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. “Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,” said Will. “I’ll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.
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Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.
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Will looking after her, sighed.not for her, he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, for me.... And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.
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