Then Again, It Was Jace.

The Thing That You Are Too Young To Understand Is That We All Hide Things. We Hide Them From Our Lovers Because We Wish To Present Our Best Selves, But Also Because If It Is Real Love, We Expect Our Loved One To Simply Understand It, Without Needing To Ask. In A True Partnership, The Kind That Lasts Through The Ages, There Is An Unspoken Communion.

If Love Is Great, Then It Is Worth Fighting For.

Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

Tell Me You Love Me. Tell Me You Love Me And Will Fight With Me.

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.