I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?

The Queen sniffed. "I rather miss your Jace," she said. "Of all of you, he was the prettiest and the best-mannered.

Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest.

I don't care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

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.