She Seemed Like A Creature Made To

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.

He Glanced Furtively Up And Down The Hallway. "hodge Too. Everyone Wants To Talk To Me. Except You, I Bet You Don't Want To Talk To Me," Said Jace. "no," Said Clary. "i Want To Eat. I'm Starving.

Dead Bodies Didn't Resemble Unconscious Ones; It Was As If You Could Sense That Something Had Fled From Them, That Some Essential Spark Was Now Missing.

Lord, You're Irish," Said Will. "can You Make Things That Don't Have Potatoes In Them? We Had An Irish Cook Once When I Was A Boy. Potato Pie, Potato Custard, Potatoes With Potato Sauce.

Some Are Just Born Bad, And That's All There Is To It.