He (Jace) glanced down at his bound hands. His wrists and shoulders had gone from aching to hard, stabbing pain, but he didnโt wince as the inquisitor regarded one of the blades, named it Jophiel, and plunged it into the polished wooden floorboards at her feet. He waited, but nothing happened. โBoom,โ he said eventually. โWas something supposed to happen there?โ ~pg.303~
Cassandra ClareI adore Wilkie Collins,โ Tessa cried. โOhโArmadale! And The Woman in White โฆ Are you laughing at me?โ โNot at you,โ said Will, grinning, โmore because of you. Iโve never seen anyone get so excited over books before. Youโd think they were diamonds.โ โWell, they are, arenโt they? Isnโt there anything you love like that? And donโt say โspatsโ or โlawn tennisโ or something silly.โ โGood Lord,โ he said with mock horror, โitโs like she knows me already.
Cassandra ClareHe felt his heart, which no longer beat, contract, and he wondered if there was anything in the world as painful as not being able to protect the people you loved.
Cassandra ClareThe more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
Cassandra ClareLadies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls.
Cassandra ClareWill only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
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