Her Throat Ached: Adoration, Heartbreak, In Equal

Maryse Sighed."nothing Conclusive.if Only The Dead Could Talk,eh,lucian?

I'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.

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.

I Hate That Stuff. It Tastes Like Feet." At That He Smiled. "how Would You Know What Feet Taste Like?" "i Just Know.

With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?