I'm not sure there's such thing a thing as a normal life.

I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.

I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not.

He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

How can you tell? That I like books, I mean. The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.

D'you think he would have thought ahead like that?" said Henry. "Assuredly," said Will. "The man's a strategist." He tapped his temple. "Like me.

Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.