Well, I’m Not Kissing The Mundane," Said

I Would Write Light Entertainment Nonfiction Pieces During The Day, Then Come Home And Work On My Fantasy Fiction. It Was Very Difficult To Get Out Of The One Mindset And Into Another One.

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

Jace Laughed, That Soft Rich Sound Clary Loved So Much. "i'm Warning You, That Jacket Is Sexy. The Institute Could Go Up In Sexy, Sexy Flames.

I Guess It’s True What They Say," Observed Jace. "there Are No Straight Men In The Trenches." "that’s Atheists, Jackass," Said Simon Furiously. "there Are No Atheists In The Trenches.

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.