Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon . . . is not the dragon the hero of his own story?

I have absurdly vivid dreams.

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

Celia laughs and a curl of her hair falls across her cheek. Marco tentatively moves to brush it off her face, but before his fingers reach her, she pushes herself off the ledge, her silver gown a billowing cloud as she falls onto the pile of jewel-toned cushions.

I didn't know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.

Misdirection is one of my strengths.