All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear. "How to saw people in half?" "That too." "Nice.

Underground, the stars are legend.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

All my life I have dreamed of you.