I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?
He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back.
Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice. He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the in...
Bright star, Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not...
Tess? A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.
Jem shook his head. You bit de Quincey he said. You fool. He's a VAMPIRE
James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?
I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things and make up songs and be--' The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. And be Will, she finished instead. Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.***You...
I thought... that we could at least talk about books.
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry...
Nice work in there, Herondale, setting the place on fire, Gabriel observed. Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of y...
Marry me, he said. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear anot...
Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.
It is always better to live the truth than to live a lie. And that lie would have kept him alone forever. He may have had nearly nothing for 5 years, but now he can have everything. A boy who looks li...
Will, she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and...
Ah, said a voice from the doorway, having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? It’s biannual, said Jem. And no, this is not that meeting.