Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness - the subvertio - a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael...

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.