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98 pages, ebook
First published April 21, 2015
“Once, I was not called Tessa Gray but Tessa Herondale.”
“I am Tessa Gray,” she said in a low, clear voice. “And I believe in the importance of stories.”
”[…]There have been many murders recently—all of women, women who . . .”
“Prostitutes,” Tessa said.
“Quite,” Gabriel said.
“Tessa has such an extensive vocabulary,” Will said. “It is one of the most attractive things about her. Shame about yours, Gabriel.”
“Will stopped glaring at Gabriel, and turned to Tessa. He looked at her and his face softened: the traces of the wild, broken boy he had been vanished, replaced with the expression often worn by the man he was now, who knew what it was to love and be loved. “Dear heart,” he said. He took her hand and kissed it. “Who knows your courage better than I?”
“This monster is violent,” said Will. “We might need a healer. Someone with the power of a Silent Brother. This is a special situation.”
“I cannot recall a situation you did not think was special and required his presence,” said Gabriel dryly. “You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe.”
“The trick to falling is not to fall…”