Will Herondale személy
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– Gondolod, megbíznak benned az alvilágban? A szerencsejátékosok, a bűnös varázslatok meg a ledér nők között…
Will úgy mosolyodott el, ahogy Lucifer mosolyoghatott pillanatokkal azelőtt, hogy alázuhant a mennyországból. – Szerinted holnap túl korán lenne elkezdeni?
13. oldal
„But you were always so good to me and mine. I was little more than a boy then, and not as grateful or as gracious as I should have been.”
„You were well enough, Will,” said Magnus. „And I see you have grown to be better. Also, you are not bald, and neither have you grown fat. All that dashing about and fighting evil you people do is at least useful for keeping a trim figure in the middle age.”
Will laughed. „It's very good to see you, too.”
Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
“You fear for Jem,” Will said.
“Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.
I believe in good and evil," said Jem. „And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”
Tessa looked at will. "What about you? What do you believe?
„Pulvis et umbra sumus,” said Will, not looking at her as he spoke. "I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there?
I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me," Will said, his bloody hand on the hilt of the dagger. „ And you are still with me. When I breath, I will think of you, for without you I would have been dead years ago. When I wake up and when I sleep, when I lift up my hands to defend myself or when I lie down to die, you will be with me. You say we are born again. I say there is a river that divides the dead and the living. What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so we can cross together.” Will took a deep breath and let go of the knife. He drew his hand back. The cut on his palm was already healing- the result of the half dozen iratzes on his skin. „ You hear that, James Carstairs? We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.”
He rose to his feet and looked down at the knife. The knife was Jem's, the blood was his. This spot of ground, whether he could ever find it again, whether he lived to try, would be theirs.
He turned around to walk to Balios, towards Wales and Tessa. He did not look back.