“Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.”

“Like all the Van Holtz males, Ric was tall, well-built with a slightly overdeveloped diver’s body, and handsome. Yet handsome was only the first stop on the beauty train for Ric, who managed to head all the way into the station for The Land of Gorgeous.”

“Yes," she spat. "I am quite picky. Often I like my seductions to consist of more than 'Hallo there. are to spread your knees for a duke?' Silly miss that I am.”

“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”

“If I had I could have helped him. He’d still be here, and I wouldn’t have this heartache. My joy wouldn’t be dissolving slowly, casting out all the light and bringing in darkness. I wouldn’t be growing weak, letting everything gnaw at me until I can’t take it anymore. I’d still be me. -The Last Night”

“Okay, try this on for size, Tall, Dark and Handsome. I won't be born for almost seven hundred hundred years. How's that strike you?”