Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

Carstairs is alright, I suppose. If you like that sort.” “Oh?” “The taken. The uninterested.” “As opposed to… you, Gabriel?” “Well, yes.

Sometimes when you cannot decide what to do, you pretend to be a character in a book, because it is easier to decide what they would do"-Cassandra Clare

Magnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.

Some people value sentiments over diamonds.

Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.

I’m from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.