A Diary With No Drawings Of Me

Jace Is In Love With The Idea Of Dying,” Said Isabelle.

Other People Have Shrubbery In Their Gardens. You Have A Bottomless Pit.

One Finds Nobility In The Oddest Places.

I Want My People To Be Protected, Strong, And Not To Be Driven Into Corners Until They Either Become Killers Or Are Killed!

I’d Do Almost Anything For You,” Simon Said Quietly. “i’d Die For You. You Know That. But Would I Kill Someone Else, Someone Innocent? What About A Lot Of Innocent Lives? What About The Whole World? Is It Really Love To Tell Someone That If It Came Down To Picking Between Them And Every Other Life On The Planet, You’d Pick Them? Is That—i Don’t Know, Is That A Moral Sort Of Love At All?