she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.

Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.

Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.