It Was Like I Saw Your Soul

(...)i Don't Know Who I Am. I Look Like Stephen Herondale, And I Act Like A Lightwood And I Talk Like My Father- Like Valentine. So I See Myself In Your Eyes And I Try To Be That Person And I Think Faith Might Be Enough To Make Me Who You Wnat Me To Be." (jace, To Clary)

Will Moved To Object, But It Was Too Late; Henry Had Already Pressed The Button. There Was A Blinding Flare Of Light And A Whooshing Sound, And The Room Was Plunged Into Blackness. Tessa Gave A Yelp Of Surprise, And Jem Laughed Softly. "am I Blind?" Will's Voice Floated Out Of The Darkness, Tinged With Annoyance. "i'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.

Write What You Want To Read. So Many People Think They Need To Write A Particular Kind Of Book, Or Imitate A Successful Style, In Order To Be Published. I've Known People Who Felt They Had To Model Their Book On Existing Blockbusters, Or Write In A Genre That's Supposed To Be "hot Right Now" In Order To Get Agents And Publishers Interested. But If You're Writing In A Genre You Don't Like, Or Modeling Yourself On A Book You Don't Respect, It'll Show Through. You're Your First, Most Important Reader, So Write The Book That Reader Really Wants To Read.

Unfortunatley, Lady Of The Haven, My One True Love Remains My Self.

If There Is A Life After This One, He Said, Let Me Meet You In It, James Carstairs.