Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.

I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!" "Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke." "So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyway.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

The Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because they’ve stood for a thousand years. But so did Rome, till the barbarians came. Everything falls someday

A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.