Emma looked at the ocean and felt what she always felt;a mixture of yearning and terror, a desire to throw herself into the green cold that was like the desire to drive too fast, jump too high, leap into battle unarmed.

I think that's just a story.""But, Jace," she said. "All stories are true.

My one true love remains my self... I dump myself occasionally to keep it interesting

She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.