will herondale mega fan

i literally spent my last date gushing about simon lewis

if not, can i please get an out of context spoiler 🥹🥹🥹

I am not sending any more ARCs out right now — I don't actually have more than one at the moment! I am hoping to still do an ARC giveaway, but delivery of those ARCs might well be pushed into October, when spoilers matter less, and less people are trying to sell the ARCs online for frankly ridiculous amounts of money (please do not spend seven hundred dollars on an ARC, they are just ripping you off!) I don't think my publisher or I expected any of that, so we are readjusting.

City of Lost Souls

He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink faded now and barely legible, though Clary could make out the signature: With hope at last, William Herondale.

City of Fallen Angels

Alec raised his blue eyes. “Who’s Will?”

Magnus exhaled a sort of laugh. “Will. Dear God. That was a long time ago. Will was a Shadowhunter, like you. And yes, he did look like you, but you’re not anything like him. Jace is much more the way Will was, in personality at least—and my relationship with you is nothing like the one I had with Will. Is that what’s bothering you?”

Lady Midnight

“Having someone who’s sworn to shield you from danger,” said Livvy, her eyes shining. “Someone who would put their hands in a fire for you.”

Briefly Emma remembered that Jem had once told her that his parabatai, Will, had thrust his hands into a fire to retrieve a packet of medicine that would save Jem’s life.

Lord of Shadows

“People are flawed,” said Jace. “Not every member of your family is going to be awesome. But when you see Tessa again, and you will, she can tell you about Will Herondale."

And then there was Tessa, looking exactly the same, with a gorgeously handsome man in his late twenties. The famous Will Herondale, Emma guessed.

The weapons were carefully locked away, he didn’t know how to sell candlesticks on the street, and though there were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.

Ghosts of the Shadowmarket

To Tessa, it felt like London itself grieved for her Will, felt his loss, turned out every light.

“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.

Alec looked at Jem, those blue eyes wide and sorrowful. He looked like Will, but he wasn’t Will, any more than Jace was. None of them could ever be Will.