I May Be A Killer,"

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

You Could Have Had Anything Else In The World, And You Asked For Me." She Smiled Up At Him. Filthy As He Was, Covered In Blood And Dirt, He Was The Most Beautiful Thing She'd Ever Seen. "but I Don't Want Anything Else In The World.

Clary: "aren't They Supposed To Be Hiring Someone Else To Train Me Full-time Anyway?"

I Am Drawn To Writing Books About Magic And The Supernatural Because Those Are The Types Of Books I Like To Read. I've Written Many Short Stories With Realistic Settings, And I Certainly Wouldn't Rule Out Realistic Novels In The Future!