"Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact " Will said in mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal, and low companionship."
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Will Herondale's collection of poems
أدب الهواةHey guys, this is a collection of all of Will's poems from the infernal devices. I do not own the right to any of these poems, all of these rights belong to Cassandra Clare
