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Will is... difficult," Jem said. "But family is difficult. If I didn't think the Institute was the best place for you, Tessa, I wouldn't say it was. And one can build one's own family. I know you feel inhuman, and as if you were set apart, away from life and love, but..." His voice cracked a little, the first time Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. "I promise you, the right man won't care."
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family
love
jem-carstairs
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Cassandra Clare |
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faf29b3
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For love is as strong as death.
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Cassandra Clare |
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0aae391
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The choices we make, make us.
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Cassandra Clare |
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31aa9b0
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Raziel's sixty feet tall?" "Actually, he's only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate," said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don't see why you need all this space--" "Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me,"
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tmi
magnus-bane
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Cassandra Clare |
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e32b476
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Obviously you would call them Malec," said Beatriz. "Are you stupid, Simon?"
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Cassandra Clare |
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4e61418
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You never know when, and you never know who, but someday a stranger will burst through the door of your life and transform it utterly. The world will be turned upside down, and you will be happier for it.
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Cassandra Clare |
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e54afd9
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Jules: For one, you have a terrifying older brother. Livvy: I do not have a terryfying older brother. Jules: That's true. You have two.
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Cassandra Clare |
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dd85819
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The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway?
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Cassandra Clare |
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92aecea
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A pretty girl with butterfly clips in her dreadlocks put her hand on his arm. "You were amazing," she told him, her voice fluting. "You have the reflexes of a striking snake. You should be a stuntman. Really, with your cheekbones, you should be an actor. A lot of people are looking for someone as pretty as you who'd do his own stunts." Alec threw Magnus a terrified and beseeching look. Magnus took pity on him, putting a hand on the small of..
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first-date
malec
magnus-bane
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Cassandra Clare |
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1edefa0
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I can stand." "It looks to me like you're using a wall to prop you up. that's not my definition of 'standing.'" "Its leaning," Jace told him. "Leaning comes right before standing."
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Cassandra Clare |
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2e5be5b
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Hold on to me," Alec said, and Magnus gave him the sort of smile that made Alec feel like someone had taken an apple corer to his heart and tried to dig out the center. "I always do, Alexander," he said. "I always do."
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Cassandra Clare |
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b9bc0e2
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Magnus exhaled - for a moment he no longer felt ill, or afraid of dying, or even angry or bitter. Relief washed over him, as profound as sorrow, and he reached up to brush the cheek of the boy leaning over him with the back of his bruised knuckles. Alec's eyes were huge and blue and full of anguish. "Oh, my Alec," he said. "You've been so sad. I didn't know."
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Cassandra Clare |
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723c2dd
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and don't start your own line of glitter and try to sell it at Sephora.
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Cassandra Clare |
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5f70dae
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How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?
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Cassandra Clare |
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21412ed
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You have something on your neck," he observed. Alec's hand flew to his throat. "What?" "Looks like a bite mark," said Jace. "What have you been doing all day, anyway?" "Nothing." Beet red, his hand still clamped to his neck, Alec started down the corridor. Jace followed him. "I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head." "And ran into a vampire?" "What? No! I fell." "On your neck?"
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alec-lightwood
pg-73-74
jace-wayland
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Cassandra Clare |
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618283e
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Ty: Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you? Kit: No. I was just curious what words you liked. Ty: It's not the meaning, just the sound. Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt. Kit: Whisper would be one of mine, too. Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns. Ty: Blackthorns.
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Cassandra Clare |
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71567d9
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I don't think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms
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responsibility
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Cassandra Clare |
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5c1c942
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Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?' 'Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.' 'So your inner vampire is Magnus?
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simon-lewis
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Cassandra Clare |
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e40aa88
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Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?" "Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. "I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited." "I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept tha..
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funny
humor
ironworks
jordan-kyle
city-of-fallen-angels
the-mortal-instruments
simon-lewis
date
masculinity
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Cassandra Clare |
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793e661
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So you really cant think of anyone else who might want to kill you?"asked Jace. "Unlike in your case there arent actually all that many people who dislike me."said Simon."
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Cassandra Clare |
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03b78ac
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You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
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love
conflagration
veins
desire
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Cassandra Clare |
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b7fe4e6
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Sebastian: YOU'RE Ragnor Fell the warlock? Magnus: Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer
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Cassandra Clare |
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594c2f7
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Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.
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Cassandra Clare |
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88009f2
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endless hope, endless disappointment.
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Cassandra Clare |
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a58fb00
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He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well..."
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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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bc02593
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Everyone's death means something,
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Cassandra Clare |
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434ca03
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Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
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Cassandra Clare |
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227dae6
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very funny my sarcastic friend
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jace
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Cassandra Clare |
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55fb492
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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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Cassandra Clare |
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5c44104
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Glory?....Glory belongs to God alone.
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Cassandra Clare |
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5496b90
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Never mind that," said Will. "I'm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?"
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Cassandra Clare |
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e7edbe7
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Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.
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Cassandra Clare |
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1c3cf08
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They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't any different.
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isabelle-lightwood
simon-lewis
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Cassandra Clare |
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fcb0aaf
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Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.
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Cassandra Clare |
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fc69f63
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Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem's hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. "I am not dead yet, Will," Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. "What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?" --
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tessa-gray
will-herondale
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Cassandra Clare |
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0df1439
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Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?' 'Who else?' Jem's voice."
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wem
no
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Cassandra Clare |
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07ec186
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Cristina looked after Emma, her hand going to the pendant at her own throat. It was silver, in the shape of a circle with a rose inside it. The rose was wrapped around with thorny briars. Words were written in Latin on the back: she didn't need to look at them to know them. She'd known them all her life. Blessed be the Angel my strength who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. The rose for Rosales, the words for Raziel, the Ang..
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Cassandra Clare |
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a598edd
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Grief can be so bad you can't breathe, but that's what it means to be human. We lose, we suffer, but we have to keep breathing.
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Cassandra Clare |
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b2dd135
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She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.
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page-260
clockwork-princess
tessa-gray
jem-carstairs
will-herondale
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Cassandra Clare |
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466ce8a
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As of yesterday, my son became engaged to be married to his partner, Magnus Bane--
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magnus
malec
visions
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Cassandra Clare |
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8eb2972
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wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
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madness
tessa-gray
clockwork-prince
infernal-devices
will-herondale
misery
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Cassandra Clare |
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e9e1a18
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She had made the choice for him - in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it - not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she'd been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.
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jace-and-clary
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Cassandra Clare |
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f862670
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Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?
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page-522
clockwork-princess
tessa-gray
will-herondale
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Cassandra Clare |