Jace crawls over to me and cuddles up at my side as if he was still a little kid. I watch him before wrapping an arm around his shoulder and letting him do what he wants.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
