Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey

Ah, Love May Be Strong, But A Habit Is Stronger, And I Knew When I Loved By The Way I Behaved.

This Creature Is The Pooka. Pay No Mind To The Shape He Wears, For He’s None Of His Own, And No Soul Either. Ware Him Ever, Trust Him Never, But When The Wind’s Right He Has His Uses. Never Forget That You Will Never Know Him. The Pooka’s Mystery Even To The Pooka.

Only To A Magician Is The World Forever Fluid, Infinitely Mutable And Eternally New. Only He Knows The Secret Of Change, Only He Knows Truly That All Things Are Crouched In Eagerness To Become Something Else, And It Is From This Universal Tension That He Draws His Power.

Farewell,' She Said. 'i Hope You Hear Many More Songs' - Which Was The Best Way She Could Think Of To Say Good-bye To A Butterfly.

Then What Is Magic For?" Prince Lír Demanded Wildly. "what Use Is Wizardry If It Cannot Save A Unicorn?" He Gripped The Magician's Shoulder Hard, To Keep From Falling. Schmedrick Did Not Turn His Head. With A Touch Of Sad Mockery In His Voice, He Said, "that's What Heroes Are For.