Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You

My Ideas Often Come From Strong Mental Images. When I'm Observing Some Relatively Ordinary Thing, I'll Think, "what If...." And Out Of That Brainstorming A Story Emerges.

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

Whatever The Clave Was Discussing, The Council Meeting Was Dragging On Brutally Late. “but He Knows New York. He Doesn’t Know Alicante—

Sebastian Just Smiled. “i Could Hear Your Heart Beating,” He Said Softly. “when You Were Watching Me With Valentine. Did It Bother You?” “that You Seem To Be Dating My Dad?” Jace Shrugged. "you’re A Little Young For Him, To Be Honest.” “what?” For The First Time Since Jace Had Met Him, Sebastian Seemed Flabbergasted.