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He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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We are but dust and shadows.
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Magnus got to his feet. “I do believe that's my cue to leave as well,” he said. Clary noticed he was avoiding looking at Alec. “I'd say it's been nice meeting you all, but, in fact, it hasn't. It's been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see a single one of you will be far too soon.
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You might want to put some clothes on' suggested Jace 'I'm all for the bra and panties look, but you don't want the Silent Brothers to die of excitement
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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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Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
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There is no cure for fictional character love, but the plus side is that it is an entirely benign disease with no bad side effects.
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Was that Will? she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. Perhaps he's been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton, he suggested. It seems possible... For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement.
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Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.
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Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen.
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Yech, said Simon. Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.
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The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
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I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.
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I am not a certified idiot— Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence, Will muttered.
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Shotgun! announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. Where? She means she wants the front seat, said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.
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Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.
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All knowledge hurts.
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Do you remember, the night of the battle on Valentine's ship, when I needed some of your strength? Do you need it again now? Alec said. Because you can have it. I always need your strength, Alec, Magnus said, and closed his eyes as their intertwined fingers began to shine, as if between them they held the light of a star.
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She turned and looked at him. Ducks? she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.
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Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru
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Jace,” she said. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.
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