Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“To tell you of my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you—”

“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. “No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”

“Henry!” Charlotte looked seriously alarmed. “Tell me you have not been working on a torture device.” “Not at all. I call it the Confuser. It emits a vibration that directly affects the human brain, rendering it incapable of telling between fiction and fact.”

Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”