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Anyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him

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A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane." Dumbledore would totally win," said the first one. "He has the badass Killing Curse." The second misanthrope made a trenchant point. "But Dumbledore isn't real."" I don't think Magnus Bane is real either," scoffed the first. "Have you ever met him?"" This is so weird," said Clark, slinking down in her seat. "Are you listening to them?" "No. It's rude to eavesdrop," said Jace.

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A parabola. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabola whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.

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Aren't we forever?

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Aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing its one of our favorite things.

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Are you in fashion? You look like you're in fashion."" No," [Magnus] said. "I am fashion.

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A scientist said once that if the ocean were as clear as the sky, if we could see everything in it, no one would ever go in the sea.

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... As could the sarcasm in her voice. "Yes, she's bleeding to death Lu upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

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A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.

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As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray,” he said, “let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.” He really is mad, Tessa thought, but didn’t say so; she was too alarmed by the fact that he had started toward the wide double doors of the Dark Sisters’ chambers.“No!” She caught at his arm, pulling him back. “Not that way. There’s no way out. It’s a dead end.”“Correcting me again, I see.” Will turned and strode the other way, toward the shadowy corridor Tessa had always feared. Swallowing hard, she followed him.

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