Will Herondale

Jessamine recoiled from the

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Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth. But you are not a lady, Jessamine—, Charlotte began. Dear me, said Will. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the … Read more

My name is Herondale,

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My name is Herondale, the boy said cheerfully. William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it? He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. Do you … Read more

We live and breathe

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We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and … Read more

[…] I recall what

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[…] I recall what you said to me once, Will went on. That words have the power to change us. Your words have changed me, Tess; they have made me a better man than I would have been otherwise. Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would … Read more

There is a coldness

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There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of ancient times, like Achilles and Jason.” “Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why … Read more