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So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.
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Magnus sighed. Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two. He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. Too much information?
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The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I know he hit you- don't even try to pretend he didn't. A flicker of a smile ghosted across Jace's face. Only on alternate Thursdays.
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Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. What the f- Language, Fray. Jace's eyes danced. Relax.
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