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“You know, when I first met you, in Idris, I had hopes—I had thought you would be like me. And when you were nothing like me, I hated you. And then, when I was brought back, and Jace told me what you did, I realized that I had been wrong. You are like me.”

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Book:City of Lost Souls
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City of Lost Souls

In this thought-provoking tale, the protagonist is thrust into a world where the line between right and wrong is blurred. The story unfolds in a city where power is concentrated in the hands of a few, and the masses struggle for survival. The narrative delves into themes of identity, morality, and the human spirit, as the protagonist grapples with the complexities of their own existence amidst a backdrop of societal decay. 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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Magnus BaneAlec LightwoodTessa GrayRagnor FellSebastian MorgensternRaphael Santiago
Book:The Red Scrolls of Magic
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