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You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Pain
Cannot
Dream
Way
Drug

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How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun. Jem still had his eyes closed. If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.
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Simon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like Magnus’s party,” Isabelle reassured him. “Everything here ought to be safe to drink.” “Ought to be?” Aline look worried.
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I don't care, Clary said. He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing- He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know, Alec said.
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Most Shadowhunters get their first Marks at twelve. It must have been in your blood.” “Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder.” Jace looked baffled. “You wanted a turtle on your shoulder?” -Jace & Clary, pg. 314-
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Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.
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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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Magnus's eyes gleamed. He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.
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I learned to share work with people even when it was in its rough stages without worrying that they'd be filled with scorn and hatred. After all, I can read their rough work without turning on them like a wildebeest.
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That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it? Magnus pointed. It's awfully butch for a bookseller.
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You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus, Catarina said, her voice flat. Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.
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Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.
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In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.
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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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But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.
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How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave? Traded him for Alec, Clary said.
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Do you really wish to disobey me, Marbas? Do you wish to anger my father?
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With a sigh she reached into her pocket and drew out a small velvet bag, which upended on the table. Two gold rings fell out, landing with a soft clink. Simon looked at them puzzled. You want to get married?
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Not all that is mortal is useless.
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She unwrapped the blanket when she came in my door. You were inside it. She set you down on the floor and you started ranging around, picking things up, pulling my cat's tail—you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if you were part banshee. She didn't laugh.
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How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.
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