With a sigh she reached into her pocket and drew out a small velvet bag, which upended on the table. Two gold rings fell out, landing with a soft clink. Simon looked at them puzzled. "You want to get married?

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

The grandeur of the Institute never failed to impress Magnus - the way it towered high and mighty above everything else, timeless and unmoving in its Gothic disapproval of all that was modern and changeable.

All I know is that I love you. And for the first time, that's good enough.

aren't you, uh... reproducing? "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")

I wouldn't change it," Simon said. "I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive.