Clockwork Angel 1 by Cassandra Clare

Author:Cassandra Clare
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The music room was nearly ful . Tessa, arm in arm with Magnus, watched as Wil threaded his way through the

crowd, looking for three seats together. He was keeping his head bowed, his eyes on the floor, but even so--

"They're stil looking at him," she said to Magnus under her breath. "At Wil , I mean."

"Of course they are," said Magnus. His eyes reflected light like a cat's as they surveyed the room. "Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hel . He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't

say I mind either." Magnus grinned. "Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination."

Tessa reached up to pat Camil e's pale blond curls.

Magnus shrugged. "Nobody's perfect."

Tessa was spared answering; Wil had found a set of chairs together, and was beckoning them over with a

gloved hand. She tried not to pay attention to the way the vampires were looking at him as she let Magnus lead

her toward the seats. It was true that he was beautiful, but what did they care? Wil was just food to them, wasn't

he?

She sat down with Magnus on one side of her and Wil on the other, her silk taffeta skirts rustling like leaves in

a stiff wind. The room was cool, not like a room crowded with human beings, who would have been giving off

body heat. Wil 's sleeve slid up his arm as he reached to pat the pocket of his waistcoat, and she saw that his

arm was dotted with goose bumps. She wondered if the human companions of vampires were always cold.

A rustle of whispers went through the room, and Tessa tore her eyes from Wil . The light of the candelabras did

not reach the far recesses of the room; portions of the "stage"--the back of the room--were blotched with

shadows, and even Tessa's vampire eyes could not discern what was moving within the darkness until de

Quincey appeared suddenly from the shadows.

The audience was silent. Then de Quincey grinned. It was a manic grin, showing fangs, and it transformed his

face. He looked wild and savage now, wolflike. A murmur of hushed appreciation went through the room, the way

a human audience might show appreciation for an actor with a particularly good stage presence.

"Good evening," said de Quincey. "Welcome, friends. Those of you who have joined me here"--and he smiled directly at Tessa, who was too nervous to do anything but stare back--"are proud sons and daughters of the Night

Children. We do not bend our necks beneath the oppressive yoke cal ed the Law. We do not answer to

Nephilim. Nor shal we abandon our ancient customs at their whim."

It was impossible not to notice the effect de Quincey's speech was having on Wil . He was as taut as a bow, his

hands clenched in his lap, the veins standing out in his neck.

"We have a prisoner," de Quincey went on. "His crime is betraying the Night Children." He swept his gaze across the audience of waiting vampires.

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