A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad

Will Closed His Eyes. He Could Not Hear Jem Go, Not Anymore; He Did Not Want To Know The Moment When He Left And Will Was Alone, Did Now Want To Know When His First Day As A Shawdowhunter Without A Parabatai Truly Began. And If The Place Over His Heart, Where His Parabatai Rune Had Been, Flared Up With A Sudden Burning Pain As The Door Closed Behind Jem, Will Told Himself It Was Only A Stray Ember From The Fire.

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

The Chairman Likes You.” “is That Good?” “i Never Date Anyone My Cat Doesn’t Like,” Magnus Said Easily, And Stood Up.

A Lot Of People Feel Like Urban Fantasy Is A Shortcut That Gets You Around World-building, Because It's Set "in The Real World." But It Doesn't Really Work That Way, As I Found Out. You Have To Come Up With Just As Consistent An Internal Cosmology And Magic System As You Would If You Were Writing High Fantasy.

'will,' She Whispered Against His Mouth. She Wanted Him Closer To Her So Badly, It Was Like An Ache, A Painful Hot Ache That Spread From Her Stomach To Speed Her Heart And Knot Her Hands In His Hair And Set Her Skin Burning. 'will, You Need Not Be So Careful. I Will Not Break.'