How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

Look at me!’ I screeched. ‘Look at me, Amadeus von Linden, you sadistic hypocrite, and watch this time! You’re not questioning me now, this isn’t your work, I’m not an enemy agent spewing wireless code! I’m just a minging Scots slag screaming insults at your daughter! So enjoy yourself and watch! Think of Isolde! Think of Isolde and watch!