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Creating Characters Is Like Throwing Together Ingredients For A Recipe. I Take Characteristics I Like And Dislike In Real People I Know, Or Know Of, And Use Them To Embellish And Define Characters.

Do You Miss Wales?” Tessa Inquired. Will Shrugged Lightly. “what’s To Miss? Sheep And Singing,” He Said. “and The Ridiculous Language. Fe Hoffwn I Fod Mor Feddw, Fyddai Ddim Yn Cofio Fy Enw.” “what Does That Mean?” “it Means ‘i Wish To Get So Drunk I No Longer Remember My Own Name,’ Quite Useful.

One Of The Silent Brothers Is Here To See You. Hodge Sent Me To Wake You Up. Actually He Offered To Wake You Himself, But Since It's 5 A.m., I Figured You'd Be Less Cranky If You Had Something Nice To Look At." "meaning You?" "what Else?

Oh Dear," Said Jace..."i Hope That Wasn't Anything Important." "it Was A Sleeping Potion," She Said Angrily, Toeing The Vial With The Tip Of A Sneaker. "and Now It's Gone." "if Only Simon Were Here. He Could Bore You To Sleep.

What’s That Poem Again?” Will, Who Had Been Twirling His Empty Teacup Around His Fingers, Stood Up Straight And Declaimed: “each Spake Words Of High Disdain, And Insult To His Heart’s Best Brother—” “oh, By The Angel, Will, Do Be Quiet,” Said Charlotte, Standing Up. “i Must Go And Write A Letter To Aloysius Starkweather That Drips Remorse And Pleading. I Don’t Need You Distracting Me.” And, Gathering Up Her Skirts, She Hurried From The Room. “no Appreciation For The Arts,” Will Murmured, Setting His Teacup Down.