Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

“Look well on this, my son," said the green-skinned man, "for one day I shall ru…”

“Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her …”

“The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely a…”

“He gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. “You’re the shape-changer, aren’t yo…”