Extraits

Sophie sourit tristement.

_Vous ne lui avez pas encore brisé le coeur, n'est-ce pas?

_ Non et ce n'est pas mon intention, répondit Tessa.

"Mais j'ai brisé le mien" ajouta-t-elle en son for intérieur.

"Will, se dit-elle. Will, est-ce bien vous?" Quand elle recouvra ses esprits, elle était assise par terre devant la cheminée. Les yeux fixés sur les flammes, elle attendait que les larmes viennent, mais rien ne se produisit. Après les avoir ravalées tant de fois, il lui semblait qu'elle avait perdu la falculté de pleurer.

Elle prit le tisonnier et en introduisit la pointe dans les braises rougeoyantes. Le feu lui chauffait les joues et le pendentif de jade ornant son cou lui brûlait presque la peau.

Sortant le tisonnier des braises* elle referma les doigts sur la pointe chauffée à balnc. Pendant une seconde, elle n'éprouva rien. Puis, comme de très loin,elle s'entendit hurler et les larmes vinrent enfin.

- Et Will ? suggéra Charlotte avant de froncer les sourcils. Au fait, où est-il ?

- Il fait sans doute la grasse matinée, dit Jem, et quand à sa crédibilité en tant que témoin…Eh bien, tout le monde pense que Will est fou.

- Ah, fit une voix sur le seuil. J'arrive pour la réunion annuelle concernant ma santé mentale, on dirait.

- Semestrielle, corrigea Jem. Et, non, ce n'est pas cette réunion-là.

« 'I curse you', it said. 'All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments , it may takes years, but any look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever.' »

« - Je te maudis, dit-il, Tout ceux qui t'aimeront mourront. Leur amour sera leur perte. Cela prendra peut-être du temps, même des années, mais quiconque te regardera avec amour en mourra, à moins que tu ne t'éloignes d'eux pour toujours. »

P. 146

« The human heart has hidden treasures,

In secret kept, in silence sealed;

The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,

Whose charms were broken if revealed.

- Charlotte Brontë, "Evening Solace". »

P.127.

« " There is no future for Sydney, is there, with or without love ? He knows he cannot save himself without Lucie, but to let her near him would be to degrade her."

She shook her head. " That is not how I recall it. His sacrifice is noble -"

"It is what is left to him," said Will. " Do you not recall what he says to Lucie ? 'If it had been possible… that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself - flung away, wasted, drunk, poor creature of misuse as you know him to be - he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you to misery, bring you sorrow and repentance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him -'" »

P.73

« Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;

Ah, more that share it ! give me all thy grief.

-Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard." »

P.35

« Old Mol screeched with laughter. "Love potions ? For Will 'erondale? 'Tain't my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you 'as got no need of love potions, and that's a fact."

"No, " Will said, a little desperation in his voice. "I was looking for the opposite, really - something that might put an end to being in love."

"An 'atred potion ? " Mol stil sounded amused.

"I was hoping for something more akin to indifference ? Tolerance ?"

She made a snorting noise, astonishingly humain for ghost. "I 'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing."

And with that she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said under his breath, though there were no one to hear him, "for me…". »

P.11

Clockwork Prince - Lettre que Will a écrit à Tessa dans son livre "A Tales of two Cities". Tessa n'a jamais eu l'occasion de la lire.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)« Tess, Tess, Tessa.

Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

With hope at least,

Will Herondale»

Source : Dans notre petite bulle.

/!\ SPOILERS /!\

Tu comprends, n'est-ce pas, James ? Sans Tessa, je n'ai plus rien : ni joie, ni lumière, ni existence. Si tu es vraiment mon frère, tu peux faire cela pour moi.