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“I was just thinking of bundling up Cecily and feeding her to the ducks at Hyde Park," said Will, pushing his wet hair back and favoring Jem with a rare smile. "I could use your assistance." "Unfortunately, you may have to delay your plans for suicide a bit longer. Gabriel Lightwood is downstairs, and I have two words for you. Two of your favorite words, at least when you put them together." "'Utter simpleton'?" inquired Will. "'Worthless upstart'?" Jem grinned. "'Demon pox,'" he said.”

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Book:The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
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The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess

The Infernal Devices series is set in an alternate Victorian era where magic and steam-powered technology coexist. Tessa Gray, a young woman with a mysterious past, becomes entangled in a web of intrigue and danger as she navigates the complex social hierarchy of the magical world. The series follows her journey as she uncovers her own magical abilities and the secrets of her family's past. more

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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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