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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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39a2073
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"If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said Alec. "A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury. "But warlocks are bad," protested Max, looking baffled. "Exactly," said Isabelle."
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max
city-of-ashes
isabelle
magnus-bane
mortal-instruments
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Cassandra Clare |
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5a47c16
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"Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him."
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city-of-heavenly-fire
clary
sizzy
the-mortal-instruments
isabelle
shadowhunters
simon
vampires
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Cassandra Clare |
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0d49bd4
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"Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected -exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, "Somehow, I thought it would be bigger." Clary looked at the Cup in her hand. It was the size, perhaps, of an ordinary wineglass, only much heavier. Power thrummed through it, like blood through living veins. "It's a perfectly nice size," she said indignantly. "Oh, it's big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting something... you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. "It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle."
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isabelle
jace
mortal-instruments
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Cassandra Clare |
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2a1251e
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"Dinnertime!" It was Isabelle, standing framed in the door of the library. She still had the spoon in her hand, though her hair had escaped from its bun and was straggling down her neck. "Sorry if I'm interrupting," she added, as an afterthought. "Dear God," said Jace, "the dread hour is nigh." Hodge looked alarmed. "I--I--I had a very filling breakfast," he stammered. "I mean lunch. A filling lunch. I couldn't possibly eat--" "I threw out the soup," Isabelle said. "And ordered Chinese from that place downtown." Jace unhitched himself from the desk and stretched. "Great. I'm starved." "I might be able to eat a bite," admitted Hodge meekly."
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isabelle
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Cassandra Clare |
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43d477b
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Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you.
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funny
isabelle
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Cassandra Clare |