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“So you speak French?" Isabelle sighed. "I wish I spoke another language. But Hodge never thought we needed to learn anything but ancient Greek and Latin, and nobody speaks those."
"I also speak Russian and Italian. And some Romanian," Sebastian said with a modest smile. "I could teach you some phrases-"
"Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it."
"Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest.
"Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Nobody else gets to see you like that,” he declares. “Ye're claimed.” His words douse me in gasoline. His eyes light the match. And when he grinds himself against me, all that's left to do is burn for him.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane."
"They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down."
"Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."
Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I’ve seen him kill. I’ve tasted his rage too. Tasted it so fiercely that some of it spilled over onto me, tainting me with the mark of the animal that lives inside of him. I crave that animal. I crave everything about this man with his perfect suits and his complete lack of human emotions. Maybe, just maybe, I envy him too.
What it must be like not to feel anything. Anything at all.
I want that for myself.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper