He moved heaven and earth to find you, darling girl.

Ah," Caspar exclaimed when he walked into the kitchen. "The grey is a good choice. Makes you look much less demon-of-the-night.""Please, Caspar," he implored. "A date with a live woman. Soon.

Go to hell."A flicker of madness crept into his eyes. "Already there.

It is with our voices we remember, with our ears we understand.

Oh, wow.""What do you think?""I tried to imagine, but--I mean...it's so much more--""Think it's large enough to keep you satisfied for a while?""It's so much bigger than I expected"He backed away, leaving Beatrice to gaze in wonder at the library that took up half of the second floor."I think I'll just leave you two alone for a bit," he said with a chuckle.

We’re all immortal, as long as our stories are told.

Remember,” she whispered, “it’s only when the night is darkest that you can see the light of the stars.

So you are the scribes that nobody and everybody is talking about,” Konrad said. “I don’t know about that,” Malachi said. “I’m not much for gossip.”“Oh, we eminent politicians don’t call it gossip, Malachi. We call it ‘intelligence.

Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.

Love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.