It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.

Will nodded slowly, then looked up at tha black sky. "The stars", he said. "I have never seen them so bright. The wind has blown off the fog, I think." Magnus thought of the joy on Will's face as he had stood bleeding in Camille's living room, clutching the demon tooth in his hand. Somehow I don't think it's the stars that have changed.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

Perhaps," he said, "we should discuss our arrangements, then.