I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can get a sense of what I was listening to while I was writing.

City of Fallen Angels ended on a cliffhanger. That was equally loved and hated by my readership.

His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.

You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.

Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.

Every heart has its own melody.

If you wanted to rip my clothes off, you should have asked." (Jace Wayland)