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		<description>The original writings of author Bella Herondale</description>
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			<title>Early Morning Calls </title>
			<description>For you to get the full 100% feelings I had when writing this I recommend you listen to: I Never told you - Colbie Caillat, Little do you know - Alex and Sierra, or Superficial Love - Ruth B.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Friend or Foe</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&quot;You!&quot;&quot;You?&quot; We both say at the same time. Okay this is not good! I thought that this guy was hot. And I only saw him for 10 minutes! This is crazy! But my whole life in general screams insane! Apparently I was still in shock, because I didn't hear a word of what he was saying. Snap out of it!..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Blue Eyes??</title>
			<description>I hated waking up, after seeing my parabatai and Patch.... Ya know. Disgusting! Anyways I woke up to pounding on my door. Still snuggled deeply in the white and black duvet, I ignore the sound and try to erase the memory of what happened yesterday night. (Room in Chicago)&quot;Herondale! You need to get ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The Past </title>
			<description>-- Flash Back --&quot;Bella. You know if you keep doing that then you'll become a redhead.&quot; Patch said gesturing towards my once clean golden hair that was now matted onto my face with blood.&quot;Hey do you have a problem with the way I fight?&quot; I asked using my seraph blade to make gestures.&quot;Actually I do. W..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: My Life </title>
			<description>&quot;Gahhhh!&quot; A demonic looking creature screeched in pain as it was slashed by a blade that shone throughout the dark night.&amp;nbsp;&quot;London!&quot;, a girl in all black screamed.&amp;nbsp;The only part that was noticeable was her golden hair. Swish was the only sound that was heard when fighting the demonic creatu..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>the preview of the book</description>
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			<title>The Life of A Herondale</title>
			<description>Isabella Herondale wasn't a normal girl, she was the daughter of Jace Herondale and Clary Fray famous shadowhunters. Come explore the Shadow World with the next generation of shadowhunters.</description>
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