I May Be A Killer," Jace Said,

But Am I Clever And Right Or Clever And Wrong?

Sometimes Minor Characters Are Based On People I Know, On Friends Of Mine. But I'm Not Writing A Thinly Veiled Version Of My Own Life.

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

Every Teenager In The World Feels Like That, Feels Broken Or Out Of Place, Different Somehow, Royalty Mistakenly Born Into A Family Of Peasants. The Difference In Your Case Is That It's True.

Break A Leg Up There, And I'll Be Down Here Hopefully Breaking Someone Elses.