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.

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

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

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

All my life I have dreamed of you.