Pulvis Et Umbra Sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes

Magnus Was Sure That The Llama Stampede He Witnessed Was A Coincidence. The Llamas Could Not Be Judging Him.

Magnus Sighed. "alexander, I've Been Alive For Hundreds Of Years. I've Been With Men, Been With Women - With Faeries And Warlocks And Vampires, And Even A Djinn Or Two." He Looked Sideways At Maryse, Who Looked Mildly Horrified. "too Much Information?

Unless There Was A Reason For Me To Stay.

What Are You Doing Following Me Around The Back Streets Of London, You Little Idiot?” Will Demanded, Giving Her Arm A Light Shake. Cecily’s Eyes Narrowed. “this Morning It Was Cariad (note: Welsh Endearment, Like ‘darling’ Or ‘love’), Now It’s Idiot.

Achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow, And Jason Died Alone, Killed By His Own Rotting Ship. Such Is The Fate Of Heroes.