He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
All my life I have dreamed of you.
Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.
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.
I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.