#will

Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #will #cooking

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #infernal-devices #madness #misery #tessa-gray

A citizen of America will cross the ocean to fight for democracy, but won't cross the street to vote in a national election. ↗

— Bill Vaughan

#citizen #cross #democracy #election #fight

He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #funny #hair #ilona-andrews #the-edge

She knew that she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in. Having Cecily about was a joy for Will; Tessa could see that when they sat together before the fire, speaking Welsh softly, and his eyes glowed; he had even grown to like Gabriel and Gideon, and they were friends for him, though no one could be a friend as Jem had been. And of course, Charlotte's and Henry's love was as steadfast as ever. The wound would never go away... the haunted look faded from his eyes, she began to breathe more easily, knowing that look was not a mortal one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

–¿Piensas que hay una oportunidad para él? –¿Una oportunidad para quién? –Will Herondale. De que sea feliz. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

–Si Jem muere, no puedo estar con Tessa, –dijo Will. –Porque sería como si estuviera esperando a que muriera, o como si me diera alegría su muerte, si eso me permite tenerla. Y no seré esa persona. No obtendré beneficio de su muerte. Entonces, él debe vivir. –Bajó su brazo, con la manga manchada de sangre. –Es la única forma de que esto signifique algo. De otro modo es simplemente... –¿Algo sin sentido, dolor y sufrimiento innecesarios? No creo que ayude si te digo que ese es el modo en que es la vida. El bueno sufre, el malo florece, y todo lo que es mortal se muere. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes-- ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #funny #ilona-andrews #the-edge #william

I like ducks." Jem observed diplomatically. "Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park." He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry pie the the mallards in the park to see if you couls breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#ducks #humor #jem #will #humor

The skanky vamp biting for bucks on the dark end of state street is your ex boyfriend?" William asked. The look on William's face implied he hoped I washed after interacting with Parrish ↗

— Tate Hallaway

#garnet-lacey #william #funny