It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning." Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -" He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?" "It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.


Clockwork Angel (ed. Simon and Schuster, 2011) - ISBN: 9781416975878


It's Will who ought to be sorry. Jem's eyes darkened. We shall throw him out onto the streets, he proclaimed. I promise you he'll be gone by morning. ...

It's Will who ought to be sorry. Jem's eyes darkened. We shall throw him out onto the streets, he proclaimed. I promise you he'll be gone by morning. ...

It's Will who ought to be sorry. Jem's eyes darkened. We shall throw him out onto the streets, he proclaimed. I promise you he'll be gone by morning. ...

It's Will who ought to be sorry. Jem's eyes darkened. We shall throw him out onto the streets, he proclaimed. I promise you he'll be gone by morning. ...