Wizards don't all look alike.

C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

A man's immortality can be found in his children.

But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

I told them," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "that they should not give someone as old and powerful as I a daughter to love. That it would end badly.