Fitch is on his way. He's coming after he blows up some wizards.

Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.

And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.

But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.