We Live Forever By The

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.

Cleverness That Comes Too Late Is Hardly Cleverness At All?

Have You Fallen In Love With The Wrong Person Yet?' Jace Said, "unfortunately, Lady Of The Haven, My One True Love Remains Myself." ..."at Least," She Said, "you Don't Have To Worry About Rejection, Jace Wayland." "not Necessarily. I Turn Myself Down Occasionally, Just To Keep It Interesting.