I Always Wanted To Be A Writer

It Was Sometimes Inconvenient To Have The Gold-green, Slit-pupilled Eyes Of A Cat, But This Was Usually Easily Hidden With A Small Glamour, And If Not, Well, There Were Quite A Few Ladies-and Men-who Didn't Find It A Drawback.

I Would Say It Was Nice To Meet You, But The Fact Is It Wasnt. In Fact, It Was Quite Awkward.

No, The Last Thing She Cared About Was Whether People Were Staring At The Boy And Girl Kissing By The River, As London, It's Cities And Towers And Churches And Bridges And Streets, Circled All About Them Like The Memory Of A Dream. And If The Thames That Ran Beside Them, Sure And Silver In The Afternoon Light, Recalled A Night Long Ago When The Moon Shone As Brightly As A Shilling On This Same Boy And Girl, Or If The Stones Of Blackfriars Knew The Tread Of Their Feet And Thought To Themselves: At Last, The Wheel Comes To A Full Circle, They Kept Their Silence.

Well, It Seems A Bit Silly, Looking There,” Said Will. “it’s Not Like Mortmain’s Going To Lodge A Complaint Against The Shadow-hunters Through Official Channels. ‘very Upset Shadowhunters Refused To All Die When I Wanted Them To. Demand Recompense. Please Mail Cheque To A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—

I Knew You Were Crazy, But I Didn't Realize That You Were Out Of Your Goddamned Mind!!