It Is A Very Strange Thing, To

Magnus Called Me And Asked Me To Come And See You. He Tried To Reach You, But He Couldn’t. He Wants You To Put Him In Touch With The Praetor Lupus.” “put Him In Touch With…” Jordan Shook His Head. “you Can’t Just Call The Praetor. It’s Not Like 1-800-werewolf.

At Last, The Wheel Comes Full Circle

I Had Such Plans For This Evening. The Pursuit Of Blind Drunkenness And Wayward Women Was My Goal. But Alas, It Was Not To Be. No Sooner Had I Consumed My Third Drink In The Devil Than I Was Accosted By A Delightful Small Flower Selling Child Who Asked Me For Twopence For A Daisy. The Price Seemed Steep, So I Refused. When I Told The Girl As Much, She Proceeded To Rob Me.” “a Little Girl Robbed You?” Tessa Said. “actually, She Wasn’t A Little Girl At All, As It Turns Out, But A Midget In A Dress With A Penchant For Violence, Who Goes By The Name Of Six-fingered Nigel.

Alec Slid His Hand From Jace's Arm To His Shoulder. Magnus Cleared His Throat. Alec Dropped His Hand. Simon Grinned Into His Undrunk Coffee.

I Believe That Authors Don't Have A Responsibility To Include "messages" In Their Work, But They Do Have A Responsibility To Write A World That Seems True And Real, Never More Than When Expecting Readers To Believe In Magic And Angels And Fairies.