Will Has Always Been The Brighter Burning

Magnus Gazed Upon Camille. "some Of My Fondest Memories Include Lashings Of Cream And Beautiful Women.

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

When I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind's Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.

It's Always Better To Live The Truth Than To Live A Lie.

It's My Special Magical Power. I Can Read Your Mind When You're Thinking Dirty Thoughts." "so, Ninety-five Percent Of The Time." She Craned Her Head Back To Look Up At Him. "ninety-five Percent? What's The Other Five Percent?" "oh, You Know, The Usual--demons I Might Kill, Runes I Need To Learn, People Who've Annoyed Me Recently, People Who've Annoyed Me Not So Recently, Ducks." "ducks?