Hotter Than Me? --jace

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

You Should See His Older Brother,” Said Jem. “makes Gabriel Look Sweeter Than Gingerbread. Hates Will Even More Thangabriel, Too, If That’s Possible.

I'm Not Ritualistic About Writing. I Try To Write As Often As Possible, Which Means That I Have To Be Able To Write In All Kinds Of Situations, Whether It's At Home On My Couch, Out At A Cafe, Or Traveling.

Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short, Redheaded, Bad Temper.

We Were Once Getting Married. And I Have Loved You All This Time- A Century And A Half. -jem