Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.

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.

It's safe to tell a secret to one, Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, Everyone else will know.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.

All my life I have dreamed of you.

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.