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3f69700
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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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clare
city-of-glass
isabelle
jace
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Cassandra Clare |
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f947f63
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Clary, Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do. I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that. I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you. All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me. The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go. I don't blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you. _Jace
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city-of-glass
morgenstern
wayland
herondale
city-of-fallen-angels
clary-fray
jace-lightwood
mortal-instruments
letter
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Cassandra Clare |
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30383e6
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"Simon snorted. "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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fun
city-of-glass
clary-fray
the-mortal-instruments
isabelle-lightwood
simon-lewis
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Cassandra Clare |
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693347b
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You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-
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war
sacrifice
life
city-of-glass
isabelle-lightwood
mortal-instruments
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Cassandra Clare |
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000e576
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"At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine's eyes. " , Shadowhunter," he said."
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city-of-glass
valentine-morgenstern
luke-garroway
the-mortal-instruments
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Cassandra Clare |
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a2de504
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As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn't help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn't be sad -- or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.
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grief
death
city-of-glass
valentine-morgenstern
luke-garroway
the-mortal-instruments
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Cassandra Clare |
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7e25729
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Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
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shakespeare
stars-shine-darkly
twelfth-night
city-of-glass
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William Shakespeare |
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1bf0e33
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Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am...
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peter-stillman
city-of-glass
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Paul Auster |