Oh God.” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!

Will!" Charlotte threw up her hands. "Why didn't you say so?" "You know, the books on demon pox are in the library," Will said with an injured tone. "I wasn't preventing anyone from reading them

Hey Baby. Baby? You're kidding me, right? I was trying it out. No? No.

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane)