“Concerned about my safety, are you? -William Herondale.”

“I have lost everything. Lost everything.Everything. - William Herondale”

“My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“Her safety is my utmost concern as well..." John started."You have no idea," Mr Bennet said under his breath. John ignored him.”

“They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.”

“You have been speaking about William Carey. When I am gone, say nothing about William Carey-speak only about Willam Carey's Saviour.”