If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

I'm memorable, it's true.

Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.

You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked. She shook her head. He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart," he told her, and left.

I always need your strength,Alec

Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.” “Well, you landed on me.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.