When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.
The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.
She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.