Someday, Will, I Will Go Where None

She Had A Plan. Even If It Was A Little Insane.

Clary Stopped Wondering About Peanut-fish-olive-tomato Soup And Started Wondering What Would Happen If She Dumped The Contents Of The Pot On Isabelle’s Head.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.

Will's Father's Gaze Went Immediately To Gabriel, And Then To Cecily, His Eyes Narrowing. "and Who Is This Gentlemen?" Will's Grin Widened. "oh Him," He Said. "this Is Cecliy's Friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm." Gabriel, Half In The Act Of Stretching His Hand To Greet Mr. Herondale, Froze In Horror. "lightwood," He Sputtered. "gabriel Lightwood.