| the divine things that doesn't exactly help you with your life.
ultimately about books that I've read and love. | I'm in love . . . with a fictional character | I'm a Demigod/Shadowhunter | I'm here, I'm everywhere | I don't care what people says about Will Herondale, I'll love him always. |
nicholas hoult is the perfect william herondale :D
I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.Simon Lewis
It means ‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234’.Jace Herondale
What kind of walk takes six hours?Alec Lightwood
Don’t order any of the faerie food. It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you’re munching a faerie plum, the next minute you’re running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not that this has ever happened to me.Jace Herondale
Somehow Will, who is utterly more hate-able than Jace, makes me loves him more. No offense Jace but Will is much better than you.
When did you two get so buddy-buddy? Last night it was all, ‘I’m the most elite warrior!’ ‘ No, I’m the most elite warrior!’ And today you’re playing Halo and giving each other props for good ideas.Simon Lewis
Will hesitated. This was not something Magnus had sent him for; it was something he wanted to know for himself. “Love potions—”
Old Mol screeched with laughter. “Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.”
“No,” Will said, a little desperation in his voice, “I was looking for the opposite, really—something that might put an end to being in love.”
“An ‘atred potion?” Mol still sounded amused.
“I was hoping for something more akin to indifference? Toleration … ?”
She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. “I ‘ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to ‘ate you, there’s easy enough ways of making it ‘appen. You don’t need my help with the poor thing.”
And with that, she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. “Not for her,” he said, under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, “for me …” and he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.