I Am Drawn To Writing Books About

Vampires Bore A Grudge Longer Than Any Technically Living Creatures, And Whenever They Were In A Bad Temper, They Expressed Themselves Through Murder.

There Are Some People—people The Universe Seems To Have Singled Out For Special Destinies. Special Favors And Special Torments. God Knows We're All Drawn Toward What's Beautiful And Broken; I Have Been, But Some People Cannot Be Fixed. Or If They Can Be; Its Only By Love And Sacrifice So Great That It Destroys The Giver.

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.

That Jem Makes Beautiful Things And I Destroy Them. That It Really Ought To Be Me Dying And Not Him. I Mean, What's The Point Of Living If You Can't Even Enjoy It? Yet Jem Enjoys All The Life He's Got. It's Not Fair.

Does She Still Love You?" "i Don't Think So," Magnus Said Dryly. "she Wasn't Very Pleasant The Last Time I Saw Her. Of Course, That Could Be Because I've Got An Eighteen Year-old Boyfriend With A Stamina Rune And She Doesn't." Alec Sputtered. "as The Person Being Objectified, I ... Object To That Description Of Me.