Emily

“Then forget Gabriel. Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?”
Will touched the dried blood on his wrists and smiled. “They don’t expect it.”
“Of course they don’t. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably expect you to have more sense.”
“That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?”
“It hardly serves you, either.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?"
Will touched the dried blood on his wrists, and smiled. "They don't expect it."
"Of course they don't. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably
expect you to have more sense."
"That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer."
"Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile.
"'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested.
"Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said.
"I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“You cut me,” he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critical interest. “It might be fatal.”
Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you the Magister?”
He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. “Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.”
“Are you the Magister?”
“Magister?” He looked mildly surprised by her vehemence. “That means ‘master’ in Latin, doesn’t it?”
“I…” Tessa was feeling increasingly as if she were trapped in a strange dream. “I suppose it does.”
“I’ve mastered many things in life. Navigating the streets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying at charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young women with my charms…”
Tessa stared.
“Alas,” he went on, “no one has ever actually referred to me as ‘the master’, or ‘the magister’, either. More’s the pity…”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel