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His head felt as if his skull were cracking; he could barely breathe. He heard his own voice as if it came from a long distance away. “I am a Herondale. We love but once.”      “That is only a story.”      “Haven’t you heard?” James said bitterly. "ALL THE STORIES ARE TRUE."

And Cecily was a little mad creature. She was only nine when I left. I can’t say if she’s still the same, but she was—like Cathy in Wuthering Heights. She was afraid of nothing and demanded everything. She could fight like a devil and swear like a Billingsgate fishwife. — Will Herondale to Tessa Gray about his little sister, Clockwork Prince.

The Herondales are a rather infamous line, as you probably know. Many of them heroes, some of them traitors, so many of them brash, wild creatures consumed by their passions, whether it be love or hate.

––––– but your heart is far too broken to realize, the unimaginable light you hold inside.

"watching me play scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. imagine if i actually put in some effort.” 

“So what am I?” Cecily said. Will exhaled, too desperate to check himself. “You are my weakness.”