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I want to kiss you one more time before I die.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Judith Rumelt
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As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.
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Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?
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I curse you, it said. All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments, it may take years, but any who look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever. And I shall begin it with her. It snarled in Ella’s direction, and vanished.
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Does anyone know why Will left? Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them were seated. Cecily, her hands folded demurely before her, suddenly became very interested in the pattern of the carpet.
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He was standing leaning against the door frame now he stood up straight. How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?
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Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.
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The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine
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You're staring at me, Simon said. Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?
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Will smirked, clearly pleased at the effect he was having. I've no idea. I lost consciousness about then. I was having a lovely dream about a young woman who had mislaid all her clothes.
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There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?
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You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideon’s father we’re discussing.” “We’re not just discussing him we’re chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he’s turned into a worm.
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What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.
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Oh, I'll trust you, the boy told him carelessly. It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood, Magnus said under his breath.
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If you don’t go after Luke,” Clary said, enunciating very clearly, “I, personally, will kill you.” For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. “Well,” she said, “if you put it like that.
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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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Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.
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Tess?” A soft voice at the door she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.
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He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.
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I swear that woman had a previous career as a death-hunter selling tragic ballads down around the Seven Dials, said Will. And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we've eaten.
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