Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. "I know you," he said.

Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

I love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.