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“Azriel nodded at her. 'What happened to you?' She knew what he meant: the black eye that was finally fading. Her hands and chin had healed, along with the bruising on her body, but the black eye had turned greenish. By tomorrow morning, it'd be gone entirely. 'Nothing,' she said without looking at Cassian. 'She fell down the stairs,' Cassian said, not looking at her, either. Azriel's silence was pointed before he asked, 'Did someone... push you?' 'Asshole,' Cassian growled. Nesta lifted her eyes from her plate enough to note the amusement in Azriel's gaze, even though no smile graced his sensuous mouth. Cassian went on, 'I told her earlier today: if she'd bother to train, she'd at least have bragging rights for the bruises.”

“Azriel set the potatoes in the centre of the table, Cassian diving right in. Or he tried to. One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped. Azriel's scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. 'Wait,' Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice. Mor gaped wide enough that I was certain the half-chewed green beans in her mouth were going to tumble onto her plate. Amren just smirked over the rim of her wineglass. Cassian gawped at him. 'Wait for what? Gravy?' Azriel didn't let go. 'Wait until everyone is seated before eating.' 'Pig,' Mor supplied. Cassian gave a pointed look to the plate of green beans, chicken, bread, and ham already half eaten on Mor's plate. But he relaxed his hand, leaning back in his chair. 'I never knew you were a stickler for manners, Az.”

“Azriel sketched a bow- while Cassian stalked for the dining table, reached right over Nesta's shoulder, and grabbed a muffin from its little basket. 'Morning, Nesta,' he said around a mouth of blueberry-lemon. 'Elain.' Nesta's nostrils flared, but Elain peered up at Cassian, blinking twice. 'He snapped your wings, broke your bones.' I tried to shut out the sound of Cassian's scream- the memory of the spraying blood. Nesta stared at her plate. Elain, at least, was out of her room, but... 'It's take more than that to kill me,' Cassian said with a smirk that didn't meet his eyes. Elain only said to Cassian, 'No, it will not.”

“Azriel straightened a sagging section of garland over the windowsill. 'It's almost like you two tried to make it as ugly as possible.' Cassian clutched at his heart. 'We take offense to that.' Azriel sighed at the ceiling. 'Poor Az,' I said, pouring myself another glass. 'Wine will make you feel better.' He glared at me, then the bottle, then Cassian... and finally stormed across the room, took the bottle from my hand, and chugged the rest. Cassian grinned with delight. Mostly because Rhys drawled from the doorway, 'Well, at least now I know who's drinking all my good wine. Want another one, Az?' Azriel nearly spewed the wine into the fire, but made himself swallow and turn, red-faced, to Rhys. 'I would like to explain-' Rhys laughed, the rich sound bouncing off the carved oak moldings of the room. 'Five centuries, and you think I don't know that if my wine's gone, Cassian's usually behind it?' Cassian raised his glass in a salute. Rhys surveyed the room and chuckled. 'I can tell exactly which ones you two did, and which ones Azriel tried to fix before I got here.' Azriel was indeed now rubbing his temple. Rhys lifted a brow at me. 'I expected better from an artist.”

“Azért táncolunk, hogy elcsábítsuk önmagunkat. Hogy beleszeressünk önmagunkba. Amikor a másikkal táncolok, azt manifesztálom, amit a legjobban szeretek magamban, lehet hogy meglátják és bele(énk)szeretnek.”

“Aún recuerdo una violenta discusión entre mi padre y un sionista que había venido a recaudar dinero para Israel. Mi padre aborrecía el sionismo. Esa sola idea le parecía demencial. A su juicio, era tan absurdo reclamar Palestina después de dos mil años como lo habría sido que los italianos reclamaran Alemania porque en otra época la habían ocupado los romanos. Eso sólo podría desembocar en una matanza interminable y los judíos deberían combatir a todo el mundo árabe.”

“Ağzı laf yapan bir şarlatanla yarım akıllı bir toplum birbirleri için yaratılmışlardır! Bu ikisi bir seçimde bir araya geldiklerinde büyük bir felaket olur: Şarlatan iktidara gelir!”

“Ağzıma o kadar odaklanmıştı ki, okuduğumun tek kelimesini bile duymadığını düşünüyordum. Kitabı kapatıp karnıma koydum. Kitabı kapattığımın bile farkında olduğunu sanmıyordum. "Neden konuşmayı kestin?" dedi, ne ifadesi değişmiş ne de bakışlarını dudaklarımdan ayırmıştı. "Konuşmak mı?" diye sordum merakla. "Holder, kitap okuyorum. Arada fark var. Ve görünüşe bakılırsa, hiç dikkat etmiyorsun." Gözlerimin içine bakıp sırıttı. "Ah, dikkat ediyorum," dedi. "Dudaklarına. Ağzından çıkan kelimelere dikkat etmemiş olabilirim, ama dudaklarına kesinlikle dikkat ediyordum.”

“Ağıt yakmak, hayıflanmak ve ağlamak kolaydı, en doğal şeydi; ama yapılması gereken bizi rahatsız eden sorunu ortadan kaldırmaktı. Eğer kaldırılamıyorsa da o sorunla birlikte yaşamaya alışmaktı. Sonuçta bazı büyük sorunları düzeltmek konusunda elimizden gelen bir şey olmadığı için bu yüzden kendimize yüklenmenin hiçbir anlam ifade etmemesi gibi, aksine bize daha çok zarar vermekteydi.”