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his betrothed speaking Mandarin. His betrothed had learned some of the language for him, in the time when he had thought he would live to marry her.
The only woman Zachariah had ever loved was a warlock. He had seen her weep over the Circle and its effects.
Tessa, he thought. Will. Despair was never stronger than the
thought of them. He could not betray them by giving up. They are Will and Tessa, and you were Ke Jian Ming. You were James Carstairs. You were Jem.
The letters were worn by time and Zachariah’s own flesh, but they had been struck deep into the wood in the precise places where Zachariah would put his hands on them when he fought. So, in a way, they would always be fighting together. The letters were W and H.
they had been struck deep into the wood in the precise places where Zachariah would put his hands on them when he fought. So, in a way, they would always be fighting together. The letters were W and H.
No, said Jem, because he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him. Not mine. My parabatai’s. W and H. William Herondale. Will.
he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him. Not mine. My parabatai’s.
W and H. William Herondale. Will.
My Will.
my defiance against encroaching dark. My rebellion. Mine, forever.
