Indeed." Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?" "Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, and he and Will smiled at each other, just a flash, before the door opened and the Consul swept it.
Cassandra ClareMy ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.
Cassandra ClareUnrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.
Cassandra ClareNo good sentences ever include the word โshould.โ I should have paid the tavern bill; now theyโre coming to break my legs. I should never have run off with my best friendโs wife; now she devils me constantly. I shouldโ
Cassandra ClareThank you,โ Simon said. โItโs a joke, Isabelle. Heโs the Count. He likes counting. You know. โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .โโ There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. โItโs not realistic.โ โWhat would you prefer? โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .
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