It Really Was Getting Difficult To Be

Jace,” She Said. “why Are You Doing This To Me?” “because You’re Lying To Me. And You’re Lying To Yourself.” Jace’s Eyes Were Blazing, And Even Though His Hands Were Stuffed Into His Pockets, She Could See That They Were Knotted Into Fists.

It Is Not Easy To Be Different, And Even Less So To Be Unique.

Life Could Not Be Entirely Devoted To Debauchery And Monkeys. Magnus Had To Finance All The Drinking Somehow.

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.

The More That You Travel The More You Get The Sense Of The Word As A Larger Place And The More You Get A Sense Of The Variety Of History And Mythology. And When You Know About These Things You Can Incorporate Them Into What I Feel Is A More Rich And More Large Tapestry Of Fantasy.