Dette sneak peek omhandler en lille episode mellem Tessa og Jem, hvor man virkelig kan se, at der er forskel på hvordan de to føler for hinanden. I love it, men seriøst, så håber jeg hun tager sig sammen snart og vælger Jem – han er da bare for cute! Jeg mistænker dog lidt, at Cassandra Clare kunne finde på, at vælge “the bad boy” som den hun vælger til sidst, men hmm, det vil tiden vise.
Her er i hvert fald jeres sneak peek for denne gang:
They slowed finally at the southeastern corner of the church. Watery daylight poured through the rose windows overhead. “I know we are in a hurry to get to the Council meeting,” said Jem. “But I wanted you to see this.” He gestured around them. “Poet corner.”
Tessa had read of the place, of cause, where the great poets and writers of England were buried. There was the grey stone tomb of Chaucer, with its canopy, and other familiar names: Edmund Spenser, who had written The Faerie Queen, “Oh, and Milton,” she gasped, “and Coleridge, and Robert Burns, and Shakespeare -“
“He isn’t really buried here,” said Jem, quickly. “It’s just a monument.”
“Oh I know, but -” She looked at him, and felt herself flush. “I can’t explain it. It’s like being among friends, being among these names. Silly, I know…”
“Not silly at all.”
She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?”
“How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought – and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.
She had become very fond of Jem over the past forthnight; Will had beem studiously avoiding her, Charlotte and Henry were caught up in issues of Clave and Council and the running of the Institute – even Jessamine seemed preoccupied. But Jem was always there. He seemed to take his role as her guide to London seriously: they had been to Hyde Park and Kew Gardens, the National Gallery and the British Museum, the Tower of London and Traitor’s Gate. They’d gone to see the cows being milked in St. James Park, the fruit and vegetable sellers in Covent Garden, had watched the boats sailing on the sun-sparked Thames from the Embankment. And as the days went on, Tessa felt herself unfolding slowly out of her quiet, huddled unhappiness over Nate and Will and the loss of her old life, like a flower climbing out of frozen ground. She had even found herself laughing. And she had Jem to thank for it.
“You are a good friend,” she exclaimed, and when, to her surprise, he said nothing to that, she said, “At least, I hope we are good friends. You do think so too, don’t you, Jem?”
He turned to look at her.
Lyder det ikke bare godt? Jeg er simpelthen så nysgerrig efter, om han efterfølgende tager sig sammen, smiler sødt og siger selvfølgelig (uden dog rigtigt at mene det), om han svarer at han vil være mere end venner og så tavshed, eller om han stormer derfra dybt såret. Hmm.