You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.

I still can't understand how Cecil and my old tutor, Fitz, got along so well, when we often called Fitz 'the Genius' and avoided calling Cecil anything at all, so as not to be rude.

Even a witch wants sympathy.

I am entirely well,” said Eldric, “which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don’t care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows.

I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” said Leanne. I minded. After all, she’d tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn’t.

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.