Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.

Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.

Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.

(Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans.

We cant go around picking up every pile of dust in the place just in case it turns out to be Gregor in the morning." -Pg.242-

Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon.

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.