Never trust a duck.
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Demon pox, oh demon pox, just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town, until one is very tired,
Demon pox, oh demon pox, I've had it all along-
No not the pox, you foolish blocks, I mean this very song,
For I was right and you were wrong!
[I have this memorized so HA!!]
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"They're not hideous," said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. "What?"
"Gideon and Gabriel," said Tessa. "They're really quite good-looking, not hideous at all."
"I spoke," said Will, in sepulchral tones, "of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls."
Tessa snorted. "And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?"
"Mauve," said Will.
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"There once was a lass from New York
Who found herself hungry in York.
But the bread was like rocks,
The parsnips shaped like-"
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"There don't appear to be any pets around," Jem-who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church-observed.
"Probably poisoned by all the parsnips," said Will.
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For Tessa Gray, on the occasion of being given a copy of Vathek to read:
Caliph Vathek and his dark horde
Are bound for Hell, you won't be bored!
Your faith in me will be restored-
Unless this token you find untoward
And my poor gift you have ignored.
- Will
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Now tell me that Jem is better. Good luck, it's impossible!
Team. William. Herondale. Forever.
Thank you, Cassandra Clare, for creating such a wondrous character!!
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