Now I can do the bolts," she slurred. "I've been trying to focus enough magic all week." The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing. I hate you, centaur!" screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor. Artemis straightened his tie. Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that.

Scientists are the enemies of tradition , and tradition own all the prisons. - Victor Vigny

Connor Broekhart was born to fly, or more accurately he was born flying.

Argh? Pathetic and inarticulate. Nice combination. Your mothers must be so proud.

Together we will be unstoppable.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. Every culture has a maxim that makes this point, while nowhere in the Universe is there a single gravestone that reads 'He Loved Everything About His Life, Especially the Dying Bit at the End'.

And it's amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.