Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad

By The Angel," Jace Said, Looking The Demon Up And Down. "i Knew Greater Demons Were Meant To Be Ugly, But No One Ever Warned Me About The Smell." Abbadon Opened Its Mouth And Hissed. Inside Its Mouth Were Two Rows Of Jagged Glass-sharp Teeth. "i'm Not Sure About This Wind And Howling Darkness Business," Jace Went On, "smells More Like Landfill To Me. You Sure You're Not From Staten Island?

"is Standing By The Window Muttering About Blood Something He Does All The Time?" Asked Simon. "no," Jace Said. "sometimes He Sits On The Couch And Does It."

In A Closed Urban Fantasy, The Magical World Is Secret And No One Knows About It. In An Open Urban Fantasy, Everyone Knows About It. So With A Closed Fantasy, You Have To Figure Out How The World Keeps Itself Secret, And With An Open One, You Have To Figure Out How Knowledge Of Magic Has Altered The World We Know.

It Is Not Easy To Be Different, And Even Less So To Be Unique.

"what Are You Doing Here Anyway?" "'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet?"