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When somebody tells you there's something wrong with your book they're almost always right, when they tell you how to fix it they're almost always wrong.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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All that existed was Jace all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
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I saw Jonathan after he faced the fear demon, you know. It showed itself to him as you. That told me all I needed to know. The greatest fear in Jonathan’s life is the love he feels for his sister.
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I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.
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If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.
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It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.
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It was hidden inside another book. One Valentine was unlikely to ever open. Magnus smiled crookedly. Simple Recipes for Housewives. No one can say your mother didn't have a sense of humor.
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One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.
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Someday, Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, I must write my memoirs.
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But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.
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Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.
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No fewer than four of my esteemed elders told me I was on no account to ever converse with you, so I vowed that I would know you. My name is Edmund Herondale. May I ask your name? They reffered to you only as 'that disgraceful one-warlock show.
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There's more to someone being lovable than the way they look. ...he told me that the way you can tell if a bug or a snake is poisonous, like, is if it's got really lovely, bright markings. The more the beautiful its skin is, the more deadly it is. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
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Is that what you are doing? Enduring? Surely an engaged woman should be happier.” His light eyes raked her. “A heart divided against itself cannot stand, as they say. You love them both, and it tears you apart.
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Clary: Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?
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Tessa looked quickly to Will, but he only crossed the room as he always did to lean against the fireplace mantel. Cecily had never been able to decide if he did this because he was perpetually cold or because he thought he looked dasing standing before the leaping flames.
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Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.
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I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.
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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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I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know. He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. I know, he said. everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.
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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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