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“Cordelia clamped her lips together tightly, as if she were struggling not to cry. Christopher looked terribly alarmed. "Oh, what ho, tears," he said helplessly. "Ghastly- not that you shouldn't cry if you wish, of course. Cry like the blazes, Cordelia." "Christopher," said James darkly. "You are not helping.”

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Chain of Iron

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Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare

Cassandra Clare is a renowned American author, best known for her young adult fantasy novel series, 'The Mortal Instruments'. Her works blend elements of magic, romance, and adventure, captivating young readers worldwide. more

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