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When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.
He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Tangled black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth, and long, thick lashes. Even the curve of his throat was perfect. He looked like every fictional hero she’d ever conjured up in her head.
Willlllll! *heart eyes*
“As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray,” he said, “let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.”
“If the world were not full of monsters, there would be no need for Shadowhunters.”
“I am one of the Nephilim—the Shadowhunters. We are . . . a race, if you will, of people, people with special abilities. We are stronger and swifter than most humans. We are able to conceal ourselves with magics called glamours. And we are especially skilled at killing demons.”
“I don’t want your charity.” Tessa said mulishly.
Shut up Tessa
Henry beamed and patted the burned sleeve of his jacket with a look of satisfaction. “You know what this means?” Will set the vase down. “That you set yourself on fire and didn’t even notice?”
oh Henry.
“I’m not sure a book has ever changed me,” said Will. “Well, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep—” “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,” said Tessa,
that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as if he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.
Well. Thats Will
In the case of vampires and werewolves, they were humans infected with demon disease. Faeries, on the other hand, were half-demon and half-angel, and therefore possessed both great beauty and an evil nature. But warlocks—warlocks were the direct offspring of humans and demons.
“Ghastly wailing noise, isn’t it?” Will asked Tessa. “I don’t know how all the cats in the neighborhood don’t come running every time he plays.” “I thought it was pretty.” “That’s because it was,” Jem agreed.
“What to do with you, of course. Downworlders can’t live in the Institute forever,” said Will. “I say we sell her to the Gypsies on Hampstead Heath,” he added, turning to Charlotte. “I hear they purchase spare women as well as horses.”
“Jessamine, have you ever read The Lamplighter?” “Certainly not. Girls shouldn’t read novels,” said Jessamine,
“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?” “No.” “Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.”
“Parabatai in Greek is just a term for a soldier paired with a chariot driver,” said Jem, “but when Nephilim say it, we mean a matched team of warriors—two men who swear to protect each other and guard each other’s backs.”
“They’re still looking at him,” she said to Magnus under her breath. “At Will, I mean.” “Of course they are,” said Magnus. His eyes reflected light like a cat’s as they surveyed the room. “Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He’s very pretty, and vampires like that. I can’t say I mind either.” Magnus grinned. “Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”
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along with the shreds of your reputation.” “Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong, as the case may be.” He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship.”
“You know,” Gabriel said, “there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will.” “There was a time I thought I was a ferret,” Will said, “but that turned out to be the opium haze.
“I go to my favorite place in London,” said Jem, “and I stand and look at the water,
And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. “How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.” Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”
“Shadowhunters don’t say goodbye, not before a battle. Or good luck. You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance.”
Do you know—have you any idea—what it’s like to be entirely alone?” “More than you can ever imagine,” Will said tightly, and saw Jem glance at him sideways, puzzled.
oh Will. =(
Bending down, he held out his hand to the cat, who rubbed its head against the back of his fingers. “Good cat, Church.”
