Magnus Began To Be Truly Alarmed. Will's

She Looked Out Then, Through The Crowd, And Saw Simon With The Lightwoods, Looking At Her Across The Empty Space That Separated Them. It Was The Same Way That Jace Had Looked At Her At The Manor. It Was The One Thread That Bound These Two Boys That She Loved So Much, She Thought, Their One Commonality: They Both Believed In Her Even When She Didn't Believe In Herself.

Under His Dripping Hair, He Was As White As Parchment, His Hands Clenched At His Sides So Tightly That They Were Shaking. It Seemed Clear That Some Terrible Turmoil Was Ripping Him Apart From The Inside Out.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.

I Learned To Share Work With People Even When It Was In Its Rough Stages Without Worrying That They'd Be Filled With Scorn And Hatred. After All, I Can Read Their Rough Work Without Turning On Them Like A Wildebeest.