Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

You don't bite the women of other males.

Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

I'm sure I'll find some use for the dress before summer."Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. "Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint-or start a riot."She laughed under her breath, and turned to go, stuffing her hands into her pockets and praying her fingers didn't fall off on the way home."Here," Kavill said, and she turned to find a pair of exquisite dove-gray suede gloves in his hands. "On the house. For many years of loyal patronage." His face bore its usual mask of polite calm and courtesy, but his brown eyes were bright. "And a gift-for a year spent without any gloves at all.

Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older.

What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?