Brown Is A Manly Color

Sebastian Just Smiled. “i Could Hear Your Heart Beating,” He Said Softly. “when You Were Watching Me With Valentine. Did It Bother You?” “that You Seem To Be Dating My Dad?” Jace Shrugged. "you’re A Little Young For Him, To Be Honest.” “what?” For The First Time Since Jace Had Met Him, Sebastian Seemed Flabbergasted.

You Can Never Love Me.

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.

I Don't Do What I'm Told, But I Might Do What You Want If You Ask Me Nicely.

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.