One choice decides your friends. One choice defines your beliefs. One choice determines your loyalties forever. One choice can transform you.
Magic is dangerous - but love is more dangerous still.
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” ―Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel.
“Will looked horrified. “What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Will Herondale sayings, Clockwork Angel
Will Herondale and his moments (Clockwork Angel)
p.363, Clockwork AngelNate: *explains stuff blah blah Mortamain blah blah black mail blah blah*
Will: That was enterprising. *impressed face*
Nate: *smiles*
Tessa: Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising,' he means 'morally deficient'.
Will: No, I mean enterprising. When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done.'
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.
Clockwork Angel (via fuckyeahmortalinstruments)
For a moment their mouths pressed hotly together, Will’s free hand tangling in her hair. Tessa gasped when his arms went around her, her skirts snagging on the floor as he pulled her hard against him. She put her hands lightly around his neck; his skin was burning hot to the touch. Through the thin wet material of his shirt, she could feel the muscles of his shoulders, hard and smooth. His fingers found her jeweled hair clasp and pulled at it, and her hair spilled down around her shoulders, the comb rattling to the floor, and Tessa gave a little cry of surprise against his mouth. And then, without warning, he ripped his hand from her and pushed hard against her shoulders, shoving her away from him with such force that she nearly fell backward, and only stopped herself awkwardly, her hands braced on the floor behind her.
