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I don't remember ordering the bride of an evil maniac, said Magnus. It was definitely beef and broccoli. What about you, Tessa? Did you order the bride of an evil maniac?

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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It was sometimes inconvenient to have the gold-green, slit-pupilled eyes of a cat, but this was usually easily hidden with a small glamour, and if not, well, there were quite a few ladies-and men-who didn't find it a drawback.
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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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If there is a life after this one, he said, let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.
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Jesus! Luke exclaimed. Actually, it's just me, said Simon. Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.
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Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.
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She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.
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I don't want tea, said Clary, with muffled force. I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them. Unfortunately, said Hodge, we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
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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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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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And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-whatever you want to call yourself. I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways is just a waste of time.
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We are but dust and shadows.
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Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it—a heart ringing? But when you touch me, that is what it is like, as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
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Clary: Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?
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You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love... but I tell you this, something is coming, and we'd be fools to ignore it. When have I ever claimed not to be a fool?
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Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.
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Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.
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To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.
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I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things.
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