Hotter Than Me? --jace

She Knew She Could Not Be Jem For Will. No One Could. But Slowly The Hollow Places In His Heart Were Filling In.

Jem Spoke With Enormous Care; Talking To Will About Anything Personal Was Like Trying Not To Startle Away A Wild Animal.

Magnus Did Not Take Such Suffering Lightly, But Even Mortals Did Not Die Of Broken Hearts. No Matter How Cruel Grace Had Been, He Told Himself, James Would Heal. Even Though He Was A Herondale.

James Had Given His Heart To This Girl, Magnus Thought, And Magnus Knew Well Enough From Edmund And Will What It Meant When A Herondale Gave His Heart Away. It Was Not A Gift That Could Be Returned.

Who Am I?” He Whispered. “for Years I Pretended I Was Other Than I Was, And Then I Gloried That I Might Return To The Truth Of Myself, Only To Find There Is No Truth To Return To. I Was An Ordinary Child, And Then I Was A Not Very Good Man, And Now I Do Not Know How To Be Either Of Those Things Any Longer. I Do Not Know What I Am, And When Jem Is Gone, There Will Be No One To Show Me.