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We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
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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to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
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Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self. Canoodle? repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. Magnificent? repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like Get out.
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Piano keys jangled as he got to his feet. Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake? Nobody. I woke up on my own. Was there anyone with you?
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I am a man he told her, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
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From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace
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If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.
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And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.
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There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of. Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. Boo.
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There is no god, not a god who would create the things I saw
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well that's convenient, i guess blessings are easier to come by than i thought. maybe i should ask for blessings on my mission against all those who wear white after labor day
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The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.
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You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.
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Admiring yourself?” The Inquisitor’s voice but through his reverie. “You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.” “You do seem obsessed with my looks.” Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. “Could it be that all this is because you‘re attracted to me?
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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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For free will is what makes us Heaven's creatures.
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Magnus wants to shout at me, don’t you, Magnus?” (Jace) “Yes,” Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-
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I'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business, Jace went on, smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?
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Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.
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Why did he kiss you? she said.
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He saved your life,” Clary pointed out. “Details,” said Simon dismissively.
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