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68 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2018
“Every world contains other worlds within it.”
Jem hoped he would find happiness.
Jem smiled back at a boy long gone.
Sometimes, Will, he said. You seem very close
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“He remembered traveling across the sea, having lost his family, not knowing that he was going to his best friend.”
“Jonathan Wayland shrugged. “I applied to the Iron Sisters, but they sent me a hurtful and sexist refusal.”
"Jem hoped he would find happiness.
Jem smiled back at a boy long gone.
Sometimes, Will, he said. You seem very close."
“Life is not a boat, bearing us far away on a cruel, relentless tide from all we love. You are not lost on me on some forever distant shore. Life is a wheel.”
“There are more kinds of love than stars, said Brother Zachariah, If you do not feel one, there are many others. You know what it is to care for family and friends. What we keep sacred, keeps us safe. Consider that by trying to cut yourself off from the possibility of being hurt, you shut the door on love and live in darkness.”
“The letters were worn by time and Zachariah's own flesh, but they had been struck deep into the wood in the precise places where Zachariah would put his hands on them when they fought. So, in a way, they would always be fighting together.
The letters were W and H.”
"What do the initials mean? On your staff. Do all Silent Brothers have them?"
They looked together at the staff. The letters were worn by time and Zachariah's own flesh, but they had been struck deep into the wood in the precise places where Zachariah would put his hands on them when he fought. So, in a way, they would always be fighting together."
"The letters were W and H."
"No, said Brother Zachariah, I am the only one. I carved them into the staff on my first night in the City of Bones."
"Were they your initials?, the boy asked, his voice low and a little timid.
"Back when you were a Shadowhunter, like me?"
"No", said Jem, because he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him. Not mine. My parabatai's.
W and H. William Herondale. Will."
