D'you Think He Would Have Thought Ahead

That Seems Like Stealing, Doesn't It?" Simon Pulled A Cup Toward Him. He Drew The Lid Back. "ooh. Mochaccino." He Looked At Magnus. "did You Pay For These?" "sure," Said Magnus, While Jace And Alec Snickered. "i Make Dollar Bills Magically Appear In Their Cash Register." "really?" "no." Magnus Popped The Lid Off His Own Coffee. "but You Can Pretend I Did If It Makes You Feel Better. So, First Order Of Business Is What?

I Get A Lot Of Inspiration From Research In Mythology And Folklore, I Find That Stories People Told Each Other Thousands Of Years Ago Are Still Relevant Now.

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.

My Advice To Young Writers Would Be To Write Every Day, Even If It Is Only A Few Words. Get Yourself On The Habit Of Writing And It Will Become A Lifelong One. And Find A Place To Write Where You Are Physically Comfortable. You Can't Concentrate If You Aren't. Ernest Hemingway Could Only Write Standing Up, And Truman Capote Could Only Write Lying Down!

Simon-"from Now On I Will Only Adress People By Nodding At Them." Clary-"that's Stupid Why Would You Do That?" Simon-"because It Says That 'i Am A Badass, And I Recognive That You Too, Are A Badass