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“I didn't say he was dating you," he said, "but funny that you knew just what I meant, isn't it?" "We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”

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City of Ashes

In this gripping narrative, readers are transported to a desolate urban landscape where remnants of a once-thriving civilization are now overgrown with ash. The story follows a group of individuals navigating this harsh environment, facing the challenges of scarcity, oppression, and the remnants of a world that once was. 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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