I'm Not Going To Be At All

Tessa Put A Hand Against The Wall As She Made Her Way Numbly Down The Stairs. What Had She Almost Done? What Had She Nearly Told Will?

She Had Fallen Asleep With Her Head On His Arm, The Clockwork Angel, Still Around Her Throat, Resting Against His Shoulder Just To The Left Of His Collarbone. As She Moved Away, The Clockwork Angel Slipped Free And She Saw To Her Surprise That Where It Had Lain Against His Skin It Had Left A Mark Behind, No Bigger Than A Shilling, In The Shape Of A Pale White Star.

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.

Meanwhile, Will Had Begun Cutting His Toast Into Strips And Was Making Rude Pictographs Out Of Them. Oh, That Looks Rather Like A ...- , Jem Began.

She Had Imagined Jace Leaping From The Bed In Astonishment And Gasping Something Like "egad!" This Didn't Happen-largely, She Suspected, Because Jace Had Seen Much Stranger Things In His Life, And Also Because Nobody Used The Word "egad!" Anymore. His Eyes Widened, Though.