A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The

As It Turned Out, Everyone Wanted A Doughnut. Jace Wanted Two.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You

I Thought You Were Dead,” She Went On. “i Saw You Fall Down, And—i Thought You Were Dead.

Forever And Ever, Brother, Hail. Forever And Ever, Farewell.

Jace Likes To Pretend That Everyone Isn’t Talking About Him, Even When He Knows They Are.