Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Boys Are Better in Books: William Herondale

"Boys Are Better in Books" aka "My book boyfriend" is hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader. This is a weekly meme in which bloggers can discuss a fictional crush. Swoon-worthy quotes and an explanation for why you chose the character are encouraged! Also, I enjoy choosing pictures that look how I imagine the character. If you want to join in this fun meme, visit Missie's blog

Will Herondale
"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."

Who he is: Will, a Shadowhunter in the Victorian Era, is one of the main characters in Cassandra Clare's Infernal Devices series. Overly cocky and extremely witty, he charms everyone with this stunning good looks. Not only is he hilarious, but he also has a deeper side to him that made me fall head over heels for him.

Age: 17

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Description: Clare repeatedly describes Will as drop dead gorgeous, with thick eyelashes, high cheekbones, full lips, and beautiful hair. He is at least six feet tall and is muscular from his years of fighting as a Shadowhunter. 

“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.

Will blinked at her. “What?”

“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”

“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”

Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”

“Mauve,” said Will.  

“Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didn't mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!" He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

"But you love her.”

Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her."

Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.

My obsession with Cassandra Clare's books and their incredible characters is borderline ridiculous. Simply reading these quotes made me want to reread all of her books for the nth time. I adore Will, as I adore all of her characters. The pictures above are of Douglas Booth, and while they can scarcely due my mental image of Will justice, they are the best I can find.