Who Said We Were Owed Happiness?

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.

Jace's Eyes Sparkled, But He Said Calmly, "not At All. The Silent Brothers Can Help Her Retrieve Her Memories." "you Hate The Silent Brothers," Protested Isabelle. "i Don't Hate Them," Said Jace Candidly."i'm Afraid Of Them. It's Not The Same Thing." "i Thought You Said They Were Libarians," Said Clary. "they Are Librarians." Simon Whistled. "those Must Be Some Killer Late Fees.

Let The Sky Rain Potatoes," Said A Musing Voice. "let It Thunder To The Tune Of Greensleeves.

Everything We Need To Know Is Locked Up In Your Head, Under Those Pretty Red Curls." Clary Reached Up To Touch Her Hair Protectively. "i Dont Think-" "so What Are You Going To Do?" Simon Asked Sharply. "cut Her Head Open To Get At It?

Life Is Full Of Risks. Death Is Much Simpler.