What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

That Was The Justice Of Heaven. I Trust That You Are Not Dismayed.

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.

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

Come On Guys, You Cant Fight Like This Forever" "actually," Simon Said, Raising His Hand,"i Can". Jace Made A Weird Noise And I Realized He Was Trying Not To Laugh-which By The Way, Wasn't Working.