He Was Will, In All His Perfect

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.

I Never Said That. I Just Didn't Correct You When You Were, You Know, Wrong. Anyway, I Just Saved You From Being Burned To Death, So I Figure You're Not Allowed To Be Mad." -jace

You Don’t Sound Very Patriotic,” Observed Tessa. “weren’t You Just Reminiscing About The Mountains?” “patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You What’s Patriotic,” He Said. “in Honor Of My Birthplace, I’ve The Dragon Of Wales Tattooed On My—” “you’re In A Charming Temper, Aren’t You, William?” Interrupted Jem, Though There Was No Edge To His Voice.

One Finds Nobility In The Oddest Places.

Eternity Is A Long Time To Spend Alone, Without Others Of Your Kind.