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It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.

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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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The grandeur of the Institute never failed to impress Magnus - the way it towered high and mighty above everything else, timeless and unmoving in its Gothic disapproval of all that was modern and changeable.
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She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.
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I don't care who her mother is, Magnus said. You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good, March? Sebastian looked horrified. You're right, Magnus said, Too rainy. How about June?
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For the first time Valentine glanced down at the body of Brother Jeremiah. I did kill him, and the rest of the Silent Brothers as well. I had to. They had something I needed. What? A sense of decency?
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Not all that is mortal is useless.
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He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.
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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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Magnus began to be truly alarmed. Will's voice would have shaken, betraying that his cruelty had been part of his playacting, but his son's laugh was that of someone genuinely delighted by the chaos erupting all around him
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Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death. He blinked. There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?
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And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
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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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Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds? If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.
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Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.
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Rule number one of anime, Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. Never screw with a blind monk.
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You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?
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Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?
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Clockwork Prince pg. 298 Though rather despite myself, I thought him a pretty bit of poison to start with, but I have come around. There is a soul under all that bravado. And he is really alive, one of the most alive people I have ever met. When he feels something, it is as bright and sharp as lightning.
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Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold glass.
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Forsooth, I no longer toil in vain, To prove that demon pox warps the brain. So though 'ti pity, it's not in vain That the pox-ridden worm was slain: For to believe in me, you all must deign.
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