‘I don’t understand.’
‘How do you not understand?’ He pointed at her books. ‘You read novels. Obviously I’m here to rescue you. Don’t I look like Sir Galahad? . . . My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure –’
Something echoed, far away inside the house—the sound of a door slamming. Will said a word Sir Galahad would never had said, and sprang away from the window.
– Tessa (Theresa) Gray and Will (William) Herondale, Clockwork Angel