Jealousy Is Such An Ugly Emotion.

And Quit Baring Your Fangs At Me. It's Making Me Nervous." "good," Simon Said. "if You Want To Know Why, It's Because You Smell Like Blood." "it's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." Jace Raised His Left Hand.

Wear That Scarf," He Said, Pointing To A Blue Cashmere Scarf Hanging On A Peg. "it Matches Your Eyes." Alec Looked At It. Suddenly He Was Filled With Hate - For The Scarf, For Magnus, And Most Of All For Himself. "don't Tell Me," He Said. "the Scarf's A Hundred Years Old, And It Was Given To You By Queen Victoria Right Before She Died, For Special Services To The Crown Or Something." Magnus Sat Up. "what's Gotten Into You?" Alec Stared At Him. "am I The Newest Thing In This Apartment?" "i Think That Honor Goes To Chairman Meow. He's Only Two." "i Said Newest, Not Youngest," Alec Snapped.

My Advice To Young Writers Would Be To Write Every Day, Even If It Is Only A Few Words. Get Yourself On The Habit Of Writing And It Will Become A Lifelong One. And Find A Place To Write Where You Are Physically Comfortable. You Can't Concentrate If You Aren't. Ernest Hemingway Could Only Write Standing Up, And Truman Capote Could Only Write Lying Down!

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.

That Was Enterprising," Will Sounded Nearly Impressed. Nate Smiled. Tess Shot Him A Furious Look. "don't Look Pleased With Yourself. When Will Says 'enterprising' He Means 'morally Deficient.'" "no, I Mean Enterprising," Said Will. "when I Mean Morally Deficient, I Say, 'now, That's Something I Would Have Done'.