I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
“I imagined you wanted an apology! You saved my life at the tea warehouse, and I am grateful, Will. I thought you wanted me to tell you that—”
Will looked as if she had slapped him. “I didn’t save your life so you’d be grateful!”
“Then, what?” Her voice rose. “You did it because it’s your mandate? Because the Law says—”
“I did it because I love you!” he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look on her face, he said in a more subdued voice, “I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.”
this audio clip is from the audiobook of Clockwork Prince written by Cassandra Clare and read by Heather Lind and Ed Westwick

Tessa had begun to tremble. This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way.
And not by him.
And it did not matter.

“This is about Tessa. I knew it was.”
Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of this face. “Not just her.”
“But you love her.”
Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally.
“I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.”
Magnus and Will {on Tessa} TID: CLOCKWORK PRINCE
“It’s too late,” she said.
“Don’t say that.” His voice was half a whisper. “I love you, Tessa. I love you.”
— Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))

The cool times when we didn’t know who Cecily was and a bunch of theories about her came up.
EXCUSE ME, I CALLED HER A FERRET FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

30 days of infernal devices · day six - favourite poem excerpt
it may be more of a song than an actual poem, but my favorite couldn’t possibly be any other… :)
demon pox, oh, demon pox.
just how is it acquired?
one must go down to the bad part of town
until one is very tired.
demon pox, oh, demon pox
i had it all along—
no, not the pox, you foolish blocks,
i mean this very song—
for I was right, and you were wrong!
[ art by the incredibly talented palnk on deviantart! ]
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.



