Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

Not everything that's true needs to be said.

Perhaps," he said, "we should discuss our arrangements, then.

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.

You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.

I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.

Don't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.