My Ideas Often Come From Strong Mental

There Was An Electric Anger In His Gaze, And A Sort Of Challenge That Made Simon Long To Hit Him With Something Heavy. Like A Pickup Truck.

Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

He Was The One She Was Doing All This For, But Sometimes She Missed Him So Much It Felt Like She Swallowed Broken Glass.

Because In The End Nothing Is Worse Than Seeing The Fall Of One You Loved. It Was Somehow Worse Than Losing A Love. It Made Everything Seem Questionable. It Made The Past Bitter And Confused.

I'm Not Sure You're Quite Sensible Of The Honor I'm Doing You," Jace Said. "you'll Be The First Mundane Who Has Ever Been Inside The Institute." "probably The Smell Keeps The Rest Of Them Away." - Simon, 133