Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. . . . Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing. . . .” —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“I had an errand,” said Will. Up close Tessa could see that he looked tired. His eyes were rimmed with red, the shadows beneath them nearly purple. His clothes looked crumpled, as if he had slept in them, and his hair wanted cutting. But that has nothing to do with you, she told herself sternly, looking away from the soft dark waves that curled around his ears, the back of his neck. It does not matter what you think of how he looks or how he chooses to spend his time. He has made that very clear.

Oh it is about you Tessa :(

He glared at her. His eyes were beautiful.

Tessa looked away hastily and caught Will watching them both, his blue eyes level and dark.

The book slid out of Tessa’s hands and hit the floor. She rose to her feet and watched, frozen, as Will bent to pick it up, and held it out to her, his manner one of utmost politeness.

Kicking my feet omg

“A Tale of Two Cities,” echoed Will. “I read it again, you know, because we had talked about it. You were right. It isn’t silly at all.”

His eyes were as blue as lakes;

He knows he cannot save himself without Lucie,

NO WAY THEY NAMED HER FROM THIS

She opened the book to its title page. Will had scrawled a note for her there—not just a note, in fact. A poem. For Tessa Gray, on the occasion of being given a copy of Vathek to read: Caliph Vathek and his dark horde Are bound for Hell, you won’t be bored! Your faith in me will be restored— Unless this token you find untoward And my poor gift you have ignored. —Will

“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. “What?” “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.” “I spoke,” said Will in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will.

the gray light in the room made his eyes glow an almost unearthly blue, like a cat’s.

She was about to ask Jem if he had a telescope with him, when Will made a noise—a noise she had never heard anyone make before, a sick, terrible gasp, as if the air had been punched out of him by a tremendous blow. But it was not just a gasp, she realized. It was a word; and not just a word, a name; and not just a name, but one she had heard him say before. “Cecily.”

It hardly mattered; Will seemed not to have heard her. “My sister,” he said. “Cecily. She was—Christ, she was nine years old when I left.”

His eyes were the color of the Arctic sea at night.

Me specta, me specta,”

“I had meant to give it back to you earlier,” she said, placing the silver circlet in his palm. “I forgot . . .” He curled his fingers around hers. Despite her thoughts of snow and gray skies, his hand was surprisingly warm. “That’s all right,” he said in a low voice. “I like the way it looks on you.”

AHHHH Jem with the rizz

She thought of the bleak look in Will’s eyes when he had spoken to her, starker than the Yorkshire moors they had just left behind them.

7 THE CURSE

My 13th reason

Every day dawns blacker and blacker, and I will lose her forever if you—” “Lose her?” Magnus’s mind fastened on the word; he sat up straight, narrowing his eyes. “This is about Tessa. I knew it was.” Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of his face. “Not just her.” “But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.”

“Jem is my great sin,” said Will. “Don’t talk to me about Jem.”

Sobbing

Magnus’s mind was suddenly full of the serious-faced gray-eyed girl who had looked at Will as if he were a new sun dawning on the horizon.

“Jem is dying anyway,” Will said in a choked voice.

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”

Not the tessa quote

Mortmain had done something to his family, she thought. As he had to hers. That bound them to each other in a peculiar way, she and Will. Whether he knew it or not.

Your servant, Magnus Bane Postscript: If I were you, I would not share the contents of this letter with Mrs. Branwell. Just a suggestion. M.B.

I love magnus so much

“That letter was addressed to me, James. I didn’t have to show it to you.” He half-closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he was smiling crookedly. “James,” he said. “Ordinarily only Will calls me that.” “I’m sorry—” “No. Don’t be. I like the sound of it on your lips.”

rizz lord james carstairs

“Ni hen piao liang.” “What did you say?” “I said your hair is coming undone. Here,”

Jem looked back at him. “God damn you,” he said, and hit Will across the face, sending him spinning. Will didn’t lose his footing, but fetched up against the side of the carriage, his hand to his cheek. His mouth was bleeding. He looked at Jem with total astonishment.

Even in the darkness of the carriage, his eyes were luminously blue.

“I will die, and you know it, Tess. Probably within the next year. I am dying, and I have no family in the world, and the one person I trusted more than any other made sport of what is killing me.”

“Just the opposite.” He leaned closer to her. His eyes were the green-gray of a stormy sea. “Sophie? Might I ask you something?” She knew she should correct him, ask him to call her Miss Collins, but she didn’t. “I—yes?” “Whatever happens with the lessons—might I see you again?”

He thought of the blur the drugs had brought to him in the den on Whitechapel High Street. A blissful release from wanting or needing anything. He had dreamed he was lying on a hill in Wales with the sky high and blue overhead, and that Tessa had come walking up the hill to him and had sat down beside him. I love you, he had said to her, and kissed her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Do you love me? She had smiled at him. You will always come first in my heart, she had said. Tell me this is not a dream, he had whispered to her as she’d put her arms around him, and then he’d no longer known what was waking and what was sleeping.

Will’s mouth quirked up at both corners. “Miss Gray,” he said, “would you be amenable to attending a ball with me?”

AAAHHHH

“Caelum denique, angel,” he said, and melted away into the shadows, just as the gate before her opened. A hooded figure stood

“Good girl,” Nate said.

Ewwwwww

She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. “My Tessa,” he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his.

He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. “I have wanted to do this,” he said, “every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you. But you know that. You must know. Don’t you?”

“So there you two are,” came a voice from the doorway. “And quite a spectacular display you’re making, if I do say so.” They sprang apart. There, standing in the doorway—though Tessa could not remember the sound of the doors having opened—a long cigar held between his thin brown fingers, was Magnus Bane.

The classic Magnus Bane mess around

“We’re well equipped to handle danger,” Tessa said. Magnus eyed her bosom openly. “I can see that,” he said.

LMAOO

There is a soul under all that bravado. And he is really alive, one of the most alive people I have ever met. When he feels something, it is as bright and sharp as lightning.”

Will nodded slowly, then looked up at the black sky. “The stars,” he said. “I have never seen them so bright. The wind has blown off the fog, I think.” Magnus thought of the joy on Will’s face as he had stood bleeding in Camille’s living room, clutching the demon tooth in his hand. Somehow, I don’t think it’s the stars that have changed.

“Having a lie-in, no doubt,” said Jem, “and as for him being a witness, well, everyone thinks Will is a lunatic as it is—” “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.”

“That’s not possible,” Tessa whispered. “You’re lying. Our mother was Elizabeth Gray—” “Your mother was Elizabeth Gray, born Elizabeth Moore,” said Nate. “Mine was Harriet Moore.” “Aunt Harriet?”

My eyes just popped out of my head

Will had begun to run, just as the creature, staring at Tessa, reared up with a roar—and Will struck her, knocking her to the ground and covering her with his body as the automaton blew apart like an exploding star.

Clasping it between her fingers, she began to use the diamond to scratch letters into the stone wall. JG. Jessamine Gray.

His skin was pale in the starlight, but even the light’s dimness couldn’t wash out the blue of his eyes.

The way he always had to. The way he always had to deny himself what he wanted. But maybe—after tonight—

I cannot take the incoming heartbreak

“There has never been a curse on you, Will Herondale. Not one put there by me.”

“Your place is with me,” Jem said. “It always will be.” “What do you mean?” He flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. “I mean,” he said, “Tessa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“I cannot explain love,” he said. “I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you. That you were the center of everything I did and felt and thought.” Overwhelmed, Tessa shook her head slowly. “Jem, I never imagined—”