Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.

Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, petty crooks…” “Thanks,” Simon said. “I’m glad to be classed with the criminal element.

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.

He looked at her levelly. There was something in his eyes, a sort of quizzical admiration; she wondered if it was simply admiration of Jessamine’s looks. “No,” he said. “No, even though you are the perfect picture of Jessamine, I can see Tessa through it somehow as if, if I were to scrape away a layer of paint, there would be my Tessa underneath.” “I am not your Tessa either.” The light sparkling in his eyes dimmed. “Fair enough,” he said. “I suppose you are not.

In all the world, you are what I love the most.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Maryse sighed."Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?