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Clockwork Prince
by Cassandra Clare
There is so much to enjoy about this book if you let yourself sink into it. The agonizing reveal of Will's truth is worth coming back to again and again.
Quotes of note from this re-read:
'Will seemed about to lunge off toward the whisperers to administer rough justice, but Jem had a firm grip on the back of his parabatai’s coat. Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thoroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.'
'"Is this cure supposed to be some business about taking away your ability to love? Because that’s nonsense if I’ve ever heard it. Jem’s your parabatai. I’ve seen you with him. You love him, don’t you?”
“Jem is my great sin,” said Will. “Don’t talk to me about Jem.”'
'[...] there was something about his fragility that was lovely, like the spare lines of a poem.'
'“Speaking of, where is Will?”
“Having a lie-in, no doubt,” said Jem, “and as for him being a witness, well, everyone thinks Will is a lunatic as it is—”
“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual everyone-thinks-Will-is-a-lunatic meeting, are you?”
“It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.”'
Quotes of note from this re-read:
'Will seemed about to lunge off toward the whisperers to administer rough justice, but Jem had a firm grip on the back of his parabatai’s coat. Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thoroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.'
'"Is this cure supposed to be some business about taking away your ability to love? Because that’s nonsense if I’ve ever heard it. Jem’s your parabatai. I’ve seen you with him. You love him, don’t you?”
“Jem is my great sin,” said Will. “Don’t talk to me about Jem.”'
'[...] there was something about his fragility that was lovely, like the spare lines of a poem.'
'“Speaking of, where is Will?”
“Having a lie-in, no doubt,” said Jem, “and as for him being a witness, well, everyone thinks Will is a lunatic as it is—”
“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual everyone-thinks-Will-is-a-lunatic meeting, are you?”
“It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.”'