It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

For this I would be damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.

They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.

I'm not sure that's such a great idea." Luke said. "It's a fabulous idea." Jace dropped the paper back onto the table, and began to slide off his jacket. "I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," Magnus muttered.