I Do Not Walk Like A Duck.

Miss Cecily," She Gasped, And Then Her Eyes Went To Will. She Clapped A Hand Over Her Mouth, Turned, And Bolted Back Into The House. "oh, Dear," Said Tessa. "i Have That Effect On Women," Will Said. " I Probably Should Have Warned You Before You Agreed To Marry Me." "i Can Still Change My Mind," Tessa Said Sweetly. "don't You Dare-," He Began With A Breathless Half Laugh.

But The Person Who Stepped Out Of The Front Door Was Tall And Thin, With Short, Spiky Dark Hair. He Was Wearing A Gold Mesh Vest And A Pair Of Silk Pajama Pants. He Regarded Clary With Mild Interest, Puffing Gently On A Fantastically Large Pipe As He Did So. Though He Looked Nothing At All Like A Viking, He Was Instantly And Totally Familiar. Magnus Bane

Is That Why You Didn't Call Me? Because I'm An Idiot?

Will: 'singing The Praises Of Our Fair City? We Treat You Well Here, Don't We, James? I Doubt I'd Have That Kind Of Luck In Shanghai. What Do You Call Us There Again?' Jem: 'yang Guizi ... Foreign Devils.

I Believe That Authors Don't Have A Responsibility To Include "messages" In Their Work, But They Do Have A Responsibility To Write A World That Seems True And Real, Never More Than When Expecting Readers To Believe In Magic And Angels And Fairies.