Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.

True love cannot die,'" Will said, translating the inscription on the back in the light from the corridor. "I can't wear this, Magnus. It's too pretty for a man." "So are you. Go home and clean yourself up. I will call upon you as soon as I have information." He looked at Will keenly. "In the meantime do your best to be worthy of my assistance.

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

You have a power of incalculable value. You need ask nothing of anyone. You need depend on no one. You are free, and that freedom is a gift.

there is a fine line between sarcasm and hostility, you seemed to have crossed it. What's up?