History Gets Written By The Winners.

With The Whole Mark Of Cain Thing, Does That Mean If I Accidentally Kick You During The Night, I Get Kicked In The Shins Seven Times By An Invisible Force?

Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

Creating Characters Is Like Throwing Together Ingredients For A Recipe. I Take Characteristics I Like And Dislike In Real People I Know, Or Know Of, And Use Them To Embellish And Define Characters.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

For Such A Long Time, When You're A Writer, You Really Are Just Writing For Yourself, And Maybe A Few Friends. So It's Really Amazing When Your Book Gets Out There And More People Are Reading And Responding To It. It Really Makes The World Of The Books Feel Real.