It's Not Like A Stab

[magnus] Reminded Himself Of His Manners, And Bowed. "charmed," He Said. "or Whatever Effect Would Please You Best, I'm Sure.

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.

You Are Just Jealous," Magnus Remarked Calmly. "because You Do Not Have The Soul Of A True Artiste Like Myself." "oh, I Am Positively Green With Envy," Ragnor Snapped. "come Now, Ragnor. That's Not Fair," Said Magnus. "you Know I Love It When You Make Jokes About Your Complexion.

To My Son, If You Are Reading This Letter, Then I Am Dead.

It's Not Funny, Jace," Alec Interrupted, Starting To His Feet. "are You Just Going To Let Her Stand There And Call Me Names?" "yes," Jace Said Kindly. "it'll Do You Good-- Try To Think Of It As Endurance Training.