Learn to master yourself-to understand both your fears and your desires. That's the key to magic. Then, no one shall have any hold over you. Remember... the magic (sic)... is a living thing, joined to whomever it touches and changed by them as well... You must come to know everything-even your darkest corners. Especially those...Everything has its price.

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."

...because really, sometimes the irony gods just get drunk.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.