There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

Tessa, surprising herself, let out a gasp of laughter. Will looked at her, his mouth just beginning to quirk up in a grin. "I must be more amusing than I thought. Which would make me very amusing indeed.

He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.

It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.

Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son.

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law.

Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.