Jem Knotted His Fingers In The Material

Mundanes Who Involve Themselves In Things They Know Nothing About Are Likely To Meet Unpleasant Endings.

He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.

And You Don't Care That I'm Your Brother," He Said. "i Know How You Felt About Jace, Even When You Thought He Was Your Brother. You Can't Lie To Me." "jace Is Better Than You." "no One's Better Than Me.

You See, Cuckoos Are Parasites. They Lay Their Eggs In Other Birds' Nests. When The Egg Hatches, The Baby Cuckoo Pushes The Other Baby Birds Out Of The Nest. The Poor Parent Birds Work Themselves To Death Trying To Find Enough Food To Feed The Enormous Cuckoo Child Who Has Murdered Their Babies And Taken Their Places." "enormous?" Said Jace. "did You Just Call Me Fat?" "it Was An Analogy." "i Am Not Fat.

Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning Oneself Into Livestock.