Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

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.

It's Nearly Full Dark. We Should Go." "we? I Thought You Were Going To Leave Me Alone." "i Lied," Jace Said Without A Shred Of Embarrassment.

If The Marriage Were Valid, She'd Be Your Sister-in-law.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

Cucumber And Bergamot," Clary Said. "is There Anything Else You Hate That I Ought To Know About?" Jace Looked At Dorothea Over The Rim Of His Teacup. "liars," He Said.