For this I would be damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.

I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.

Nothing is permanent," Magnus said. "I know this from experience. But you can get new things. You can meet new people. You can go on.

Did you just kiss me?" Will inquired. Magnus made a slip-second decision. "No." "I thought-" "On occasion the aftereffects of the painkilling spells can result in hallucinations of the most bizarre sort." "Oh," Will said. "How peculiar.

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.