‘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 rope. ‘Do you often sleep tied to the bed?’

 – Will (William) Herondale, Clockwork Angel