They're not hideous, ' said Tessa. Will blinked at her. 'What?' 'Gideon and Gabriel, ' said Tessa. 'They're really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.' 'I spoke, ' said Will, in sepulchral tones, 'of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.' Tessa snorted. 'And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?' 'Mauve, ' said Will.
They're not hideous," said Tessa. Will blinked at her. "What?" "Gideon and Gabriel," said Tessa. "They're really quite good-looking, not hideous at all." "I spoke," said Will, in sepulchral tones, "of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls." Tessa snorted. "And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?" "Mauve," said Will.
He looked at her levelly. There was something in his eyes, a sort of quizzical admiration; she wondered if it was simply admiration of Jessamine's looks. 'No, ' he said. 'No, even though you are the perfect picture of Jessamine, I can see Tessa through it somehow as if, if I were to scrape away a layer of paint, there would be my Tessa underneath.' 'I am not your Tessa either.' The light sparkling in his eyes dimmed. 'Fair enough, ' he said. 'I suppose you are not.
Dear God, ' said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. 'Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?' Tessa slitted her eyes at him. 'You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein.' Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. 'I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.' Tessa shook her head. 'No one manages Will.
Dear God," said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. "Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?" Tessa slitted her eyes at him. "You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein." Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. "I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will." Tessa shook her head. "No one manages Will.
Will's eyes met Tessa's as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they were both fierce and unyielding. Tessa saw Will's hand tighten on Jem's sleeve. "She's here," he said. Jem's eyes opened slowly. Tessa fought to keep the look of shock from her face. His pupils were blown out, his irises a thin ring of silver around the black. "Ni shou shang le ma, quin ai de?" he whispered.
Will's eyes met Tessa's as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they were both fierce and unyielding. Tessa saw Will's hand tighten on Jem's sleeve. 'She's here, ' he said. Jem's eyes opened slowly. Tessa fought to keep the look of shock from her face. His pupils were blown out, his irises a thin ring of silver around the black. 'Ni shou shang le ma, quin ai de?' he whispered.
Say something in Mandarin," said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: "Ni hen piao liang." "What did you say?" Tessa was curious. "I said your hair is coming undone "" here," he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. "You have to be careful with it," he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek.
It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning." Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -" He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?" "It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.
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.
And broken both your hearts? How would that have benefited me? You are as dear to me as another half of my soul, Jem. I could not be happy while you were unhappy. And Tessa""she loves you. What sort of awful monster would I be, delighting in causing the two people I love the most in the world agony simply that I might have the satisfaction of knowing that if Tessa could not be mine, she could not be anybody's?
He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.
Trains are great dirty smoky things, " said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" "I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it." "But think how entertaining for sightseers, " said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.
Sophie did this?" He said, not for the first time. They were standing at the foot of Jessamine's bed. She lay flung upon it, her chest rising and falling slowly like the famous Sleeping Beauty waxwork or Madame du Barry. Her fair hair was scattered on the pillow, and a large, bloody welt ran across her forehead. Each of her wrists was tied to a post of the bed. "Our Sophie?" Tessa glanced over at Sophie, who was sitting in a chair by the door. Her head was down, and she was staring at her hands. She studiously avoided looking at Tessa or Will. "Yes, "Tessa said, "and do stop repeating it." " I think i may be in love with you, Sophie, " said Will. "Marriage could be on the cards." Sophie whimpered.
Jem: I know what you're thinking. Tessa:I don't think you do. You're think, If they call this damp nastiness summer, what must winter be like? You'd be surprised. Winter's actually much the same. It's spring that's really lovely. Tessa:Is it? Jem:No. It's actually quite foggy and wet as well.
Miss Cecily, " she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house. "Oh, dear, " said Tessa. "I have that effect on women, " Will said. " I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind, " Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare-, " he began with a breathless half laugh.
Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house. "Oh, dear," said Tessa. "I have that effect on women," Will said. " I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare-," he began with a breathless half laugh.
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, determined not to let him run wildly off with the conversation.
Smarmy little prig," Will snarled, leaning father forward, as if he longed to reach through the magical portal and strangle Gabriel. "When I get him alone... " "I ought to go in with her instead," Gabriel went on. "I can look out for her a bit more. Instead of simply looking out for myself." "Hanging's too good for him," agreed Jem, who looked as if he were trying not to laugh. "Tessa knows Will," protested Charlotte. "She trusts Will." "I wouldn't go that far," muttered Tessa.
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.
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.
Charlotte leaned forward across the table. "The Dark Sisters never mentioned what use they intended to make of your abilities, did they?" "You know about the Magister." Tessa said. "They said they were preparing me for him." "For him to do what?" Will asked. "Eat you for dinner?" Tessa shook her head. "To "" to marry me, they said." "To marry you?" Jessamine was openly scornful. "That's ridiculous. They were probably going to blood sacrifice you and didn't want you to panic." (page 78)
Your place is with me, ' Jem said. 'It always will be.' 'What do you mean?' He flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. 'I mean, ' he said, 'Tessa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?' Tessa sat bolt upright. 'Jem!' They stared at each other for a moment. At last he said, trying for lightness, though his voice cracked, 'That was not a no, I suppose, though neither was it a yes.' 'You can't mean it.' 'I do mean it.' 'You can't-I'm not a Shadowhunter. They'll expel you from the Clave-' He took a step closer to her, his eyes eager. 'You may not be precisely a Shadowhunter. But you are not a mundane either, nor provably a Downworlder. Your situation is unique, so I do not know what the Clave will do. But they cannot forbid something that is not forbidden by the Law. They will have to take your-our-individual case into consideration, and that could take months. In the meantime they cannot prevent our engagement.' 'You are serious.' Her mouth was dry. 'Jem, such a kindness on your part is indeed incredible. It does you credit. But I cannot let you sacrifice yourself in that way for me.' 'Sacrifice? Tessa, I love you. I want to marry you.
Will is... difficult, ' Jem said. 'But family is difficult. If I didn't think the Institute was the best place for you, Tessa, I wouldn't say it was. And one can build one's own family. I know you feel inhuman, and as if you were set apart, away from life and love, but... ' His voice cracked a little, the first time Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. 'I promise you, the right man won't care.
Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name, " Will said. "You can have mine." Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?" Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me, " he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
He gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. 'You're the shape-changer, aren't you?' he said. 'Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.' Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. 'No. No mark.' He grinned around his fork. 'I do suppose they've looked everywhere?' 'I'm sure Will's tried, ' said Jessamine in a bored tone.
He gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. "You're the shape-changer, aren't you?" he said. "Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say." Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. "No. No mark." He grinned around his fork. "I do suppose they've looked everywhere?" "I'm sure Will's tried," said Jessamine in a bored tone.
Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots," Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. "Perhaps you could learn from their example." "Perhaps," said Will. "But I doubt it." Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. "What was that?" Will shrugged lazily. "Sophie enjoys pretending she doesn't like me." "Doesn't like you? She hates you!
Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots, ' Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. 'Perhaps you could learn from their example.' 'Perhaps, ' said Will. 'But I doubt it.' Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. 'What was that?' Will shrugged lazily. 'Sophie enjoys pretending she doesn't like me.' 'Doesn't like you? She hates you!
Tessa: "A little girl robbed you?" Will: "Actually, she wasn't a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name Six-Fingered Nigel." Jem:"Easy mistake to make." (later) Will: "I want to be back before dark. I have an assignation in Soho this evening with a certain attractive someone" Tessa: "Goodness, If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he'll expect you to declare your intentions.
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.
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.
Simon had only had a few encounters with Jem Carstairs, who was apparently as old as his wife, Tessa Gray. They both looked amazingly fit for 150 years. Tessa even looked pretty hot. (Maybe Jem looked hot too? As Simon had thought once before, he probably wasn't the greatest judge of male attractiveness.) Was it weird to think people who were twice as old as your grandparents were good-looking?
Tessa was only half way down the corridor when they caught up to her -Will and Jem, walking on either side of her. "you didn't really think we weren't going to come along, did you?" Will asked, raising his hand and letting his witchlight fare up between his fingers, lighting the corridor to daylight brightness. Charlotte, hurrying along ahead of them, turned and frowned, but said nothing. "I know you can't leave anything well alone," Tessa replied, looking straight ahead. "But I though better of Jem." "Where Will goes, I go," Jem said good-naturedly. "And besides, I'm as curious as he is.
Rage flared up in Tessa and she considered belting Woolsey with the poker whether he came near her or not. He had moved awfully quickly while fighting Will, though, and she didn't fancy her chances. "You don't know James Carstairs. Don't speak about him." "Love him, do you?" Woolsey managed to make it sound unpleasant. "But you love Will, too." Tessa froze. She had known that Magnus knew of Will's affection for her, but the idea that what she felt for him in return was written across her face was too terrifying to contemplate.
Rage flared up in Tessa and she considered belting Woolsey with the poker whether he came near her or not. He had moved awfully quickly while fighting Will, though, and she didn't fancy her chances. 'You don't know James Carstairs. Don't speak about him.' 'Love him, do you?' Woolsey managed to make it sound unpleasant. 'But you love Will, too.' Tessa froze. She had known that Magnus knew of Will's affection for her, but the idea that what she felt for him in return was written across her face was too terrifying to contemplate.
As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at-it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look, " he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic.
As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at""it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic.
Jem gave her a wistful look. 'Must you go? I was rather hoping that 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 it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.' Jem still had his eyes closed. 'If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.
Will." Her hands pulled at his shirt, and it came away, the buttons tearing, his head shaking free of the fabric, all wild dark hair, Heathcliff on the moors. His hands were less sure on her dress, but it came away as well, off over her head, and was cast aside, leaving Tessa in her chemise and corset. She went motionless, shocked at being so undressed in front of anyone but Sophie, and Will took a wild look at her corset that was only part desire. 'How-, " he said. 'Does it come off?" Tessa couldn't help herself; despite everything, she giggled. 'It laces, " she whispered. 'In the back.
The Sisters vanished entirely then, and Aunt Harriet was standing over Tessa, her face flushed with fever as it had been during the terrible illness that had killed her. She looked at Tessa with great sadness. "I tried, " she said. "I tried to love you. But it isn't easy to love a child that isn't human in the least... " "Not human?" said an unfamiliar female voice. "Well, if she isn't human, Enoch, what is she?" The voice sharpened in impatience. "What do you mean, you don't know? Everyone's something. This girl can't be nothing at all...
The Sisters vanished entirely then, and Aunt Harriet was standing over Tessa, her face flushed with fever as it had been during the terrible illness that had killed her. She looked at Tessa with great sadness. "I tried," she said. "I tried to love you. But it isn't easy to love a child that isn't human in the least...." "Not human?" said an unfamiliar female voice. "Well, if she isn't human, Enoch, what is she?" The voice sharpened in impatience. "What do you mean, you don't know? Everyone's something. This girl can't be nothing at all....
You cut me, ' he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critical interest. 'It might be fatal.' Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. 'Are you the Magister?' He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. 'Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.' 'Are you the Magister?' 'Magister?' He looked mildly surprised by her vehemence. 'That means 'master' in Latin, doesn't it?' 'I... ' Tessa was feeling increasingly as if she were trapped in a strange dream. 'I suppose it does.' 'I've mastered many things in life. Navigating the streets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying at charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young women with my charms... ' Tessa stared. 'Alas, ' he went on, 'no one has ever actually referred to me as 'the master', or 'the magister', either. More's the pity...
As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray, ' he said, 'let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.' He really is mad, Tessa thought, but didn't say so; she was too alarmed by the fact that he had started toward the wide double doors of the Dark Sisters' chambers. 'No!' She caught at his arm, pulling him back. 'Not that way. There's no way out. It's a dead end.' 'Correcting me again, I see.' Will turned and strode the other way, toward the shadowy corridor Tessa had always feared. Swallowing hard, she followed him.
He dropped his voice, so low that Tessa wasn't sure if what he said next was real or part of the dream darkness rising to claim her, though she fought against it. 'I've never minded it, ' he went on. 'Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.' He closed his eyes as if he were bone-weary, and she saw how thin his eyelids were, like parchment paper, and how tired he looked. 'Wo ai ni, Tessa, ' he whispered. 'Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.' She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don't want to lose you.
You're the shape-changer aren't you?" he said. "Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say." Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. "No. No mark." He grinned around his fork. "I do suppose they've looked everywhere?" "I'm sure Will's tryed, " said Jessamine in a bored tone. Tessa's silverware clattered to the plate. Jessamine, who had been mashing her peas to the side of the plate with her knife, looked out when Charlotte let out an aghast, "Jessamine!
Well, ' said a very amused voice. 'This is unexpected.' Tessa sat bolt upright, pulling the heavy coverlet around her. Beside her, Will stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, eyelids fluttering open slowly. 'What-' The room was filled with bright light. The torches had come on at full strength, and it was like the place was lit with daylight. Tessa could see the wreck of the room that they had made: their clothes scattered across the floor and the bed, the rug before the fireplace rucked up, the bedclothes wound about them. On the other side of the invisible wall was lounging a familiar figure in an elegant dark suit, one thumb hooked into the waistband of his trousers. His cat-pupilled eyes glimmered with mirth. Magnus Bane. 'You might want to get up, ' he said. 'Everyone will be here quite soon to rescue you, and you may prefer to have clothes on when they arrive.' He shrugged. 'I would, at any rate, but then, I am well known to be remarkably shy.
Jessamine blew out her cheeks in exasperation. "I think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her." Will looked interested. "I think she should try that out right now and see what happens.