Will looked down at himself, at the knife at his feet, and remembered the knife he had
buried at the base of the tree on the Shrewsbury-Welshpool road, stained with his blood and
Jem’s. “All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the
good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will
see me like that?”
There was a silence then. Jem stood as still as a statue. With his gaze Will searched for,
and found, the parabatai rune on Jem’s shoulder; like his own, it had faded to a pale white.
At last Jem spoke. The cool remoteness had left his voice. Will breathed in hard,
remembering how much that voice had shaped the years of his growing up, its steady
kindness a lighthouse beacon in the dark. “Have faith in yourself. You can be your own
mirror.”



“That words have the power to change
us. Your words have changed me, Tess; they have made me a better man than I would have
been otherwise. Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would
read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die—

Autor: Cassandra Clare