That the wall is coming down.

I get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.

There was human goodness in the world, she thought-all caught up with desires and dreams, regrets and bitterness, resentments and power, but it was there.

What?" Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.

Look, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said. "They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they're as cunning as snakes. They can't lie, but they love to engage in creative truth-telling. They'll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to you—with a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place." He sighed. "They're not really about helping people. More about harm disguised as help.

Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.” “Well, you landed on me.

Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.