The one thing worse than an enemy is a friend turned false.

Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night.

Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.

That's the trouble with a story spinner. You never know what's real and what's made up. Even when they are telling the truth, they can't stop themselves from spinning it into something better; something prettier, with more of a pattern to it.

Fever jumped aside just in time to dodge the shower of urine, and stumbled into the path of a religious procession - celebrants in robes and pointed hats whirling and clapping and chanting the name of some old-world prophet, 'Hari, Hari! Hari Potter!'

I still feel, as I did when I was six or seven, that books are simply the best way to experience a story.

But boys will be boys, even the ones who are only girls dressed up: That's one of the rules of the world.