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But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer. A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?” “Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.” There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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I consider myself as a freewheeling bisexual ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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I like to think myself as a freewheeling Bisexual ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Wallowing was for elephants, depressing people and depressing elephants ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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–¿Piensas que hay una oportunidad para él? –¿Una oportunidad para quién? –Will Herondale. De que sea feliz. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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