Really? Is he running for Worst Boyfriend Ever?" "In the subcategory of Completely Awesome.

You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it." "You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.

My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

Who are you?" because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. "What are you?" That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. "Magnus" he said. "I'm the end.

Maybe you're not his type." Michael said "Oh, now you're just being insulting.

That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.

Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.