Meliorn looked impassive. "Mundane humans are not permitted in the Court." "I wish someone had mentioned that earlier," said Simon, to no one in particular. "I take it I'm just supposed to wait out here until vines start growing on me?" Meliorn considered. "That might offer significant amusement.

Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?

Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?