

“One can give up many things for love, but one should not give up oneself.”
― Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale
― Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale

“He was royalty. So what? Everyone had a flaw.”
― Lord of the Vampires
― Lord of the Vampires

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”
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“What were you chanting when you gave me your blood?”
“More of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood.”
She sniffled, her nose stuffy. “It was better than Vicodin.”
“Vicodin?”
“A painkiller from my world.”
“A killer of pain. Did you love him?” The words were growled.A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. “No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn’t
exist.”
Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her.”
― Lord of the Vampires
“More of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood.”
She sniffled, her nose stuffy. “It was better than Vicodin.”
“Vicodin?”
“A painkiller from my world.”
“A killer of pain. Did you love him?” The words were growled.A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. “No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn’t
exist.”
Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her.”
― Lord of the Vampires

“Oh, I'll trust you," the boy told him carelessly. "It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors."
"I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.”
― The Midnight Heir
"I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.”
― The Midnight Heir
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