I Would Write Light Entertainment Nonfiction Pieces

Not Really, But After That I Think About How I Could Kill Him While He Slept If I Really Wanted To, And Then I Feel Better.

I Love You Clary. More Then I Ever-- God. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

Magnus Did Not Like To Go Near The Hotel Dumont If He Could Help It. It Was Decrepit And Unsettling, It Held Bad Memories, And It Also Occasionally Held His Evil Former Lady Love.

Tessa Put A Hand Against The Wall As She Made Her Way Numbly Down The Stairs. What Had She Almost Done? What Had She Nearly Told Will?

Will: "nice Place To Live, Isn't It? Let's Hope They Left Something Behind Other Than Filth. Forwarding Addresses, A Few Severed Limbs, A Prostitute Or Two ..." Jem: "indeed. Perhaps, If We're Fortunate, We Can Still Catch Syphilis." "or Demon Pox," Will Suggested Cheerfully, Trying The Door Under The Stairs.