Katelynn Brewer

“What's this?"
"That's a mango." Simon stared at Jace. Sometimes it really is like Shadowhunters were from an alien planet.
"I don't think I've seen one of those that wasn't already cut up," Jace mused. "I like mangoes."
Simon grabbed the mango and tossed it into the cart. "Great. What else do you like?"
Jace pondered for a moment. "Tomato soup," he said finally.
"Tomato soup? You want tomato soup and a mango for dinner?"
Jace shrugged. "I don't really care about food.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. "If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.”
― Susan Ee, World After

“Oh? We're not all freakish repulsive animals who sully your reputation?"
"No, I was right about all that.”
― Susan Ee, End of Days

“My hand stays out with the offered food long enough to make the moment awkward. "Don't you want it?" I ask.
"That depends on why you're giving it to me."
I shrug. "Sometimes, as we're stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good.”
― Susan Ee, Angelfall