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I get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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Some Laws were meant to be broken.
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We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.
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Will looked as if she had slpped him. I didn't do it so you'd be grateful! Then what? Her voice rose. You did it because it's your mandate? Because the law says- I did it because I love you!
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You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.
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Have you heard that modesty is an attractive traits? Only to ugly people
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Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.
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He glanced furtively up and down the hallway. Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me, said Jace. No, said Clary. I want to eat. I'm starving.
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It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.
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It was Will who broke the silence. Very well. You have me alone in the corrider- Yes, yes, said Tessa impatiently,and thousands of women all over England would pay handsomely for the privilege of such an opportunity. Can we put aside the display of your wit for a moment? This is important.
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To draw something is to try to capture it forever.
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Isabelle: Do you want some soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do you think Hodge will want some soup? Jace: No one wants soup Simon: I want some soup! Jace: No, you don't. You just want to sleep with Isabelle
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The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
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Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--
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Do you remember what I told you that first time at Taki's? About faerie food? I remember you said you ran down Madison Avenue naked with antlers on your head, said Clary, blinking silver drops off her lashes.
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Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.
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Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back.
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But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that—so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.
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[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.
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He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.
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It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart that he could never get back.
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