Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James said without opening his eyes. "I would say that I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm sure this is the most excitement you've had all year. Not so lively in the City of Bones, now is it?" "James!" Will snapped. "Don't talk to Jem like that." "As if I am not used to badly behaved Herondales, Brother Zachariah said, in the way Jem had always tried to make peace between Will and the world.
Cassandra ClareHow can you tell? That I like books, I mean. The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.
Cassandra ClareYouโre not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,โ said Will. โI discovered that fact while investigating the symbol. I must have carried that knife through a hundred Downworld haunts, searching for someone who might recognize it. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears.โ โDownworld?โ Tessa echoed, puzzled. โIs that a place in London?โ โNever mind that,โ said Will. โIโm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?
Cassandra ClareIndeed." Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?" "Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, and he and Will smiled at each other, just a flash, before the door opened and the Consul swept it.
Cassandra ClareTessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.
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