Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.

What are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. "A warlock," Magnus answered. "And what are you?" We are many. "Please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that." Do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? "Just breaking the ice

This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet.

Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.

the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.

You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you.