Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.
She’s an old lady,” Barron says. “And she’s been locked up for years. Let her have some fun. She needs to blow off steam. Seduce old dudes. Lose money at canasta.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.
It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.