Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

You Tried To Drink The East River,"magnus Said, And Alec Saw, As If For The First Time, That Magnus's Clothes Were Soaking Wet Too, Sticking To His Body Like A Dark Second Skin.

Does That Mean You Agree?" He Groaned. "i Think It Means You Crushed My Spirit And Beat Me Down." "fantastic.

How Had It Happened, Simon Thought, That He Was Bound To These People—to People Who Thought Of Him As Nothing More Than A Downworlder, Half Human At Best?

Don't Stop There. I Suppose There Are Also, What, Vampires And Werewolves And Zombies?" "of Course There Are. Although You Mostly Find Zombies Farther South, Where The Voudun Priests Are." "what About Mummies? Do They Only Hang Around Egypt?" "don't Be Ridiculous. No One Believes In Mummies.

My Ideas Often Come From Strong Mental Images. When I'm Observing Some Relatively Ordinary Thing, I'll Think, "what If...." And Out Of That Brainstorming A Story Emerges.