I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don't tell me any differently.

His eyes were green.

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.

I've never felt so... light.

(Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans.