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“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 digestion.”“What I mean,” Charlotte said, correcting herself, “is that you are a Shadowhunter first, and a lady second.”

“And her brother John set her on her horse.'Now you are high and I am low,Give me a kiss before ye go.’She leaned down to give him a kiss,He gave her a deep wound and did not miss.And with a knife as sharp as a dart,Her brother stabbed her to the heart.”

“Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”“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”

“He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him - she could read what was in his eyes, he realised. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it. “Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.” But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be. 'I have lost everything', Will thought. 'Everything.”

“Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”

“In diesem Kleid würden Sie einfach hinreißend aussehen und sicherlich bald eine vorteilhafte Wiedervermählung in Erwägung ziehen können." Die Schneiderin zwinkerte ihr verschwörerisch zu. "Wissen Sie, wie wir dieses Modell nennen? Die Honigfalle." Jessamine kicherte, die Damenschneiderin lächelte wissend und Tessa überlegte kurz, ob sie auf die Straße hinauslaufen und ihrem Leben ein Ende setzen sollte, indem sie sich vor eine heranrasende Kutsche warf.”

“Es geht um Will. Er legt im Speiseraum ein absolut lächerliches Verhalten an den Tag." "Und wie unterscheidet sich das von dem absolut lächerlichen Verhalten, das er in der Bibliothek oder in der Waffenkammer oder in einem der anderen Räume an den Tag legt?" "Der Unterschied besteht darin, dass wir im Zimmer ESSEN müssen.”

“Also lass mich raten, Jessie: Du bist im Park einer bedauernswerten Dame begegnet, die unglücklicherweise ein Kleid trug, dessen Farbe sich mit dem Ton deiner Robe nicht vertrug. Und deshalb hast du ihr mit deinem ingeniösen kleinen Sonnenschirm die Kehle aufgeschlitzt, nicht wahr?" Jessamine funkelte ihn an. "Du bist einfach lächerlich", stieß sie wütend hervor. "Ich meine, ich trage ein blaues Kleid. Und Blau verträgt sich mit ALLEM - was du eigentlich wissen solltest. Schließlich bist du bei deiner eigenen Kleidung die Eitelkeit in Person." "Blau verträgt sich keineswegs mit allem", beschied Will ihr. "Zu Rot passt es beispielsweise überhaupt nicht." "Ich besitze eine rot-blau gestreifte Weste", warf Henry ein. "Also wenn DAS nicht ausreicht als Beweis dafür, dass man diese beiden Farben niemals miteinander kombinieren sollte, dann weiß ich es wirklich nicht.”

“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. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”

“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

“Will rolled up his sleeves. "We'll probably have to knock down the door--" "Or," said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, "not." The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness. "Now, that's simply laziness," said Will.”

“Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.”

“Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.”

“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 digestion.”

“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”

“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not 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.”

“Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must." "I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically." "None too convincingly. 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.”

“Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are the flame.”

“I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.”