“We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste. It's all very dull.”

— Cassandra Clare , book City of Ashes

Magnus to Alec, pg. 144
Variant: What’s going on?”
“We seem to be trapped in an episode of,” Magnus observed. “Its all very dull.”
-Alec & Magnus, pg.144-
Source: The Mortal Instruments, City of Ashes (2008)

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American author 1973

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