An Unseen Attraction (Sins of the Cities, #1)

by K.J. Charles

but they said the eyes were the windows to the soul, and Clem didn’t feel comfortable peering into people’s windows.

His smile, like the flash of a bird in flight, here and gone, leaving behind an impression of beauty.

It was intensely full of things, though their order made it unfair to say cluttered.

“Yes,” Mr. Green said, a single, intense syllable.

But when you see something like that, so beautiful and temporary, with no way to capture it for posterity or see it again…”

“I don’t think anyone has ever taken my work seriously enough to quote poetry and consider its limitations. To think about it the way you do. I want to be at home with you.”

“Greater love hath no man than he share the last ginger biscuit.”

but at least he doesn’t go round assassinating his relatives like an Ottoman sultan.