For such a long time, when you're a writer, you really are just writing for yourself, and maybe a few friends. So it's really amazing when your book gets out there and more people are reading and responding to it. It really makes the world of the books feel real.

Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop

What’s your name, then? ”Tessa looked at him in disbelief. “What’s my name?” “Don’t you know it?

You know how the bonds of family are, my lady... They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

Does that mean you agree?" He groaned. "I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down." "Fantastic.

Will moved to object, but it was too late; Henry had already pressed the button. There was a blinding flare of light and a whooshing sound, and the room was plunged into blackness. Tessa gave a yelp of surprise, and Jem laughed softly. "Am I blind?" Will's voice floated out of the darkness, tinged with annoyance. "I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.