I like that stick of yours," he said.
"It's a staff." Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideways. "Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers."
[...]
"Anyone can sharpen a stick."
"It's a staff," Jem repeated, and saw Will's quicksilver smile out of the corner of his eye.

“The moment the door closed behind him, Tessa was in Will's arms, her hands lock…”

“It’s me,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I could understand if you didn’t be…”

“His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the ed…”

“Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In…”