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I love reading epic fantasies and big fat books and so I really wanted to write one. I think you always write what you want to read.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I got lost in the crowd.” “I noticed,” he said. “One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.” Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?” “Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.
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No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend. We're Millennium Lint now, Simon protested
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Clary, you're an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don't. It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy — just different. There's nothing wrong with being different.
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Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself.
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I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire. His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples.
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With a sigh she reached into her pocket and drew out a small velvet bag, which upended on the table. Two gold rings fell out, landing with a soft clink. Simon looked at them puzzled. You want to get married?
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Have you heard that modesty is an attractive traits? Only to ugly people
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If I might make a suggestion,” said Will. “About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you’d like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the left—
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I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete, said Simon. I know alot of people, said Luke. Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.
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Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.
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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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Yes, Jace said, I regret having disobeyed you. No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon? Valentine's face softened. Jonathan- Especially, Jace said, since I plan to do it again. Right now.
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In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.
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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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I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff? I was born amazing Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.
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Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?
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Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
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Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.
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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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You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.
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