There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting

When Somebody Tells You There's Something Wrong With Your Book They're Almost Always Right, When They Tell You How To Fix It They're Almost Always Wrong.

Do People Ever Climb The Demon Towers? Like, For Any Reason?" Aline Looked Up. "climb The Demon Towers?" She Laughed. "no, No One Ever Does That. It's Totally Illegal, For One Thing, And Besides, Why Would You Want To?" Aline, Isabelle Thought, Did Not Have Much Imagination. She Herself Could Think Of Lots Of Reasons Why Someone Might Want To Climb The Demon Towers, If Only To Spit Gum Down On Passerbys Below.

You Want A Round Table Meeting, We Can Have A Round Table Meeting." "i Love Round Tables," Said Magnus Brightly. "they Suit Me So Much Better Than Square.

If I Was Harsh With You, It Was Because I Cannot Bear To See You Treat Yourself As If You Are Worth Nothing. Whatever Part You Might Act To The Contrary, I See You As You Really Are, My Blood Brother. Not Just Better Than You Pretend To Be, But Better Than Most People Could Hope To Be.

The Surface Of The Pond Was Green With Fallen Leaves. "how Could You Have Been Happy There? I Know What You Thought, But Valentine Was A Terrible Father. He Killed Your Pets, Lied To You, And I Know He Hit You- Don't Even Try To Pretend He Didn't." A Flicker Of A Smile Ghosted Across Jace's Face. "only On Alternate Thursdays.