Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“No,” Will said, a little desperation in his voice. “I was looking for the opposite, really—something that might put an end to being in love.” “An ’atred potion?”

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Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thoroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests.

“Well, it seems a bit silly, looking there,” said Will. “It’s not like Mortmain’s going to lodge a complaint against the Shadowhunters through official channels. ‘Very upset Shadowhunters refused to all die when I wanted them to. Demand recompense. Please mail cheque to A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—’”

“I assume,” Magnus said quietly, “that you have told me all you remember. You opened a Pyxis and released a demon. It cursed you. You want me to find that demon and see if it will remove the curse. And that is all you can tell me?”

She thought of the copy of Vathek and his poem in it; she had left it at the Institute to avoid temptation, the way you might leave behind a box of candies if you were banting and didn’t want to put on weight. “No,” she said. “I haven’t come across anything I particularly wanted to read lately.”

What a brat

“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.

“It was awful. Even Henry was in my dream. He was taking apart my heart as if it were made of clockwork.” “Well, that settles it,” Will said. “Pure fantasy. As if Henry is a danger to anyone except himself.”

Why had he shown her such sweetness when she knew that he despised her? And why, when she knew that he was the worst thing in the world for her, did sending him away seem like such a terrible mistake?

“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.”

If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”

“If you do not help me,” Tessa said to Jem, “I swear, I will Change into you, and I will lift him myself. And then everyone here will see what you look like in a dress.” She fixed him with a look. “Do you understand?”

“There’s no cure.” He no longer sounded angry, just detached, which was almost worse. “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.”

“Do you think I do not know,” he said, “that when you take my hand, it is only so that you can feel my pulse? Do you think I do not know that when you look into my eyes, it is only to see how much of the drug I have taken? If I were another man, a normal man, I might have hopes, presumptions even; I might—” His words seemed to catch,

Ugh poor jem

“You worry too much,” said Jessamine. “It’s silly.” “You’re quite right. I won’t make that mistake again,” said Jem, reaching for the dish of kedgeree. “As it turned out, Will wasn’t in need of my assistance at all.”

Ugh.

“You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.” “We are two people,” said Jem. “Two people with a covenant between us.” Will knew he sounded like a child, but he could not help it. “A covenant that says you must not go where I cannot come with you.” “Until death,” Jem replied gently.

I'm not crying, you are.

“You did hide the book in my sister’s room . . .” “Yes, just as you told me to do,” Tessa fibbed. “She suspects nothing, of course.” “I should hope not.” “Nate . . .” “Yes?” “Do you know what the Magister intends to do with your sister?” “I’ve told you, she isn’t my sister.” Nate’s voice was clipped.

YOU JUST SAID SISTER

“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?” She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.

“So there you two are,” came a voice from the doorway. “And quite a spectacular display you’re making, if I do say so.”

I love you Magnus.

“Jem,” she said. “Yes?” “I—you must know—how very much your friendship means to me,” she began, awkwardly. “And—” A look of pain flashed across his face. “Please don’t.” Thrown off her stride, Tessa could only blink. “What do you mean?” “Every time you say that word, ‘friendship,’ it goes into me like a knife,” he said.

“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?” Tessa sat bolt upright. “Jem!”

Ahhhhhhhh

Will looked as if she had slapped him. “I didn’t save your life so you’d be grateful!” “Then, what?” Her voice rose. “You did it because it’s your mandate? Because the Law says—” “I did it because I love you!” he half-shouted,

Ahhhhhh again! Of course its NOW =(

“Jem has proposed to me,” she blurted out. “And I have said yes.” “What?” “I said that Jem proposed to me,” she whispered. “He asked if I would marry him. And I said I would.” Will had gone shockingly white. He said, “Jem. My Jem?” She nodded, without words to say.

So heartbreaking!!!! Uggghhhh

Do you want me to go down the hallway and knock on his door and take that away from him? And would you love me still, if I did?” Will looked at her for a long moment. Then he seemed to crumple inside, like paper; he sat down in the armchair, and put his face into his hands. “You promise me,” he said. “That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.”

I’m crying.

I love Jem. I am marrying Jem.

I hate this part of it. Like she’s reminding herself of her love and care of Jem. Yes , you love Will. But you should not have to remind yourself of your love for Jem.