The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“I love giraffes. They always look surprised to be up so high.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must rescue my horse from a brothel.

“Forget anything Jerrod or I may have said about the dangers of murdering Gremont,” Kel said, his voice low but surprisingly steady. “Go ahead and kill him.” Merren did not look surprised. He did, however, look relieved. “I’m so glad you said that.” He exhaled. “You see, I’ve already poisoned his wine.”