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32 pages, ebook
First published June 1, 2013
"Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this."
“Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you,” he said. “And I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you.” He was close enough now to see the pulse pounding in her throat. To reach out and lift up a curl of her hair. “Never.”
He turned his head to the side and she saw him swallow. “For all my life,” he said, “when someone has said the word ‘beautiful’, it is your face I have seen. You are my own very definition of beautiful, Tessa Gray.”
He expelled his breath in a rush of relief. “So it was — that was all right? I could get better, we could practice —“
He realized what he’d just said, and clamped his mouth shut.
A wicked grin spread over her face. “Oh, we will practice,” she said. “As soon as you’re ready.”
“I have no other appointments this evening,” he said gravely.
“We have time to do everything,” he said, tracing one of his fingers down the side of her face. “We have forever.”
Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all.
Tessa Herondale Carstairs
5 out of 10
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— Clockwork Princess (Механический принцесса) #3/3
—After the Bridge (После моста) #3.1/3
For all my life, when someone has said the word 'beautiful', it is your face I have seen. You are my own very definition of beautiful, Tessa Gray.
Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you, and I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you. Never.
She’d felt like Pygmalion, yearning for the touch of a marble statue.