You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

Will: Have You Ever Seen What Happens To Someone With Demon Pox? First It Lies Dormant. One Begins To Turn Yellow And Green. Then The Swelling Sets In - Jem: There Is No Such Thing As Demon Pox.

Love Potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint My Way To Turn Down Payment, But Any Man Who Looks Like You Has Got No Need Of Love Potions, And That’s A Fact.

No Fewer Than Four Of My Esteemed Elders Told Me I Was On No Account To Ever Converse With You, So I Vowed That I Would Know You. My Name Is Edmund Herondale. May I Ask Your Name? They Reffered To You Only As 'that Disgraceful One-warlock Show.

Will’s Hand Looked Brown And Sunburnt By Contrast, Their Fingers Dovetailed Together Like Piano Keys.

I Don’t Know What To Do,” Will Said. “mortmain Has Taken Tessa, And I Believe Now I Know Where She Might Be. There Is A Part Of Me That Wants Nothing More Than To Go After Her. But I Cannot Leave Jem. I Swore An Oath. And What If He Wakes In The Night And Finds I Am Not Here?” He Looked As Lost As A Child. “he Will Think I Left Him Willingly, Not Caring That He Was Dying. He Will Not Know. And Yet If He Could Speak, Would He Not Tell Me To Go After Tessa? Is That Not What He Would Want?” Will Dropped His Face Into His Hands. “i Cannot Say, And It Is Tearing Me In Half.