To those who will see, the world waits.

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

You're quite tall.' Just what a girl wants to be reminded of.

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.