One does silly things when one is twelve.

I know there are monsters on this earth,' said Tessa. 'You cannot tell me otherwise. I have seen them.

And write what you love - dont feel pressured to write serious prose if what you like is to be funny. You're a reader as well as a writer, so write what you'd want to read.

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.

I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?