Actually," Said Jace, "i Prefer To Think

In A Closed Urban Fantasy, The Magical World Is Secret And No One Knows About It. In An Open Urban Fantasy, Everyone Knows About It. So With A Closed Fantasy, You Have To Figure Out How The World Keeps Itself Secret, And With An Open One, You Have To Figure Out How Knowledge Of Magic Has Altered The World We Know.

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.

Now I Wonder All The Time How You Go Back After Something Like That. Whether We Can Ever Be Friends Again, Or If What We Had Is Broken Into Pieces. Not Because Of Her, But Because Of Me.

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?

You Don't Get To Decide," She Said, "where I Go, Or When." "i Know." His Voice Was Ragged. "i've Always Known That About You. I Don't Know Why I Had To Fall In Love With Someone Who's More Stubborn Than I Am.