Bạn đoán? Bạn chắc chắn đã khá chắc chắn, vì bạn có thể đã giết tôi. “” Tôi chắc chắn là chín mươi phần trăm. ” Khó khăn trên khuôn mặt anh ta, một cái tát khiến anh ta quay trở lại gót chân. Anh ta đặt tay lên má, ngạc nhiên hơn là nỗi đau. “Cái quái gì vậy?” “Mười phần trăm còn lại.
You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me.””I was ninety percent sure.””I see,” Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain.”What the hell was that for?””The other ten percent.
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones