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"A very magnanimous statement, Gideon," said Magnus. "I'm Gabriel." Magnus waved a hand. "All Lightwoods look the same to me."
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magnus-bane
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Cassandra Clare |
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"Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. "And you wonder why we aren't friends." "I just wondered," Gabriel said, in more subdued voice, "if perhaps you have ever had enough." "Enough of what?" "Enough of behaving as you do." Will crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes glistening dangerously. "Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when-" The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of his shirt, and hauled him inside."
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will-herondale
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"Hiding here, are you? That's awkward." "Why?" "Because I had intended to hide here myself." "You may hide here with me, if you wish."
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gabriel-lightwood
otp
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"But what of you?" Gabriel said, and they were very close now, almost touching. "It is your choice to make now, to stay or return." "I will stay," Cecily said. "I choose the war." Gabriel let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "You will give up your home?" "A drafty old house in Yorkshire?" Cecily said. "This is London." "And give up what is familiar?" "Familiar is dull." "And give up seeing your parents? It is against the Law ..." She smiled, the glimmer of a smile. "Everyone breaks the Law." "Cecy," he said, and closed the distance between them, though it was not much, and then he was kissing her--his hands awkward around her shoulders at first, slipping on the stiff taffeta of her gown before his fingers slid behind her head, tangling in her soft, warm hair. She stiffened in surprise before softening against him, the seam of her lips parting as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. When she drew away at last, he felt light-headed. "Cecy?" he said again, his voice hoarse. "Five," she said. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was steady. "Five?" he echoed blankly. 907/1090 "My rating," she said, and smiled at him. "Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require work, but the native talent is certainly there. What you require is practice." "And you are willing to be my tutor?" "I should be very insulted if you chose another,"
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cecily
gabriel-lightworm
cecily-herondale
gabriel-lightwood
clockwork-princess
the-infernal-devices
gabriel
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"Father . . . ," Gabriel began. "Father is a worm." Will gave a short laugh. He was in gear as if he had just come from the practice room, and his hair curled damply against his temples. He was not looking at Tessa, but she had grown used to that. Will hardly ever looked at her unless he had to. "It's good to see you've come round to our view of things, Gabriel, but this is an unusual way of announcing it." Gideon shot Will a reproachful look before turning back to his brother. "What do you mean, Gabriel? What did Father do?" Gabriel shook his head. "He's a worm," he said again, tonelessly. "I know. He has brought shame on the name of Lightwood, and lied to both of us. He shamed and destroyed our mother. But we need not be like him." Gabriel pulled away from his brother's grip, his teeth suddenly flashing in an angry scowl. "You're not listening to me," he said. "He's a worm. A worm. A bloody great serpentlike thing. Since Mortmain stopped sending the medicine, he's been getting worse. Changing. Those sores upon his arms, they started to cover him. His hands, his neck, h-his face . . ." Gabriel's green eyes sought Will. "It was the pox, wasn't it? You know all about it, don't you? Aren't you some sort of expert?" "Well, you needn't act as if I invented it," said Will. "Just because I believed it existed. There are accounts of it--old stories in the library--"
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gabriel-lightwood
will-herondale
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We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.
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cecily-herondale
page-297
gabriel-lightwood
clockwork-princess
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"Why are we bringing him along, again?" Will inquired, of the world in general as well as his sister. Cecily put her hands on her hips. "Why are you bringing Tessa?" "Because Tessa and I are going to be married," Will said, and Tessa smiled; the way that Will's little sister could ruffle his feathers like no one else was still amusing to her. "Well, Gabriel and I might well be married," Cecily said. "Someday." Gabriel made a choking noise, and turned an alarming shade of purple. Will threw up his hands. "You can't be married Cecily! You're only fifteen! When I get married, I'll be eighteen! An adult!" Cecily did not look impressed. "We may have a long engagement," she said. "But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met."
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marriage
humor
p-541
gabriel-lightwood
william-herondale
tessa-gray
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"It was Will, filling the doorway with his lanky, broad-shouldred frame. His blue eyes where thunderous. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. So much for the brief peace they had achieved the night before. "I am practicing," Cecily said. "You told me I would get no better without practice." "Not you. Gabriel Lightworm over here." Will jerked his chin toward the other boy. "Sorry. ."
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gabriel-lightwood
will-herondale
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Cassandra Clare |
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3b35b25
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"Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when-" The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside."
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the-infernal-devices
jem-carstairs
will-herondale
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