It Has Been The Privilege And The

He Was Gazing At Her, The Way One Did When One Felt One Was Unobserved. He Had That Look On His Face, The Look He Usually Got Only When He Was Playing The Violin, As If He Were Completely Caught Up And Entranced.

I'm Magnus Bane." He Went On In A Soothing Tone, Stretching Out His Ringed Hands. Blue Sparks Had Begun To Dance Between Them Like Bioluminescence Dancing Water. "i'm The Warlock Who's Here To Cure You. Didn't They Tell You I Was Comming?" "i Know Who You Are, But..." Maia Looked Dazed. "you Look So... So... Shiny.

Jem Touched The Parabatai Rune On His Shoulder, Through The Thin Material Of His Nightshirt. "i Am Not Alone," He Said. "wherever We Are, We Are As One.

You Have A Power Of Incalculable Value. You Need Ask Nothing Of Anyone. You Need Depend On No One. You Are Free, And That Freedom Is A Gift.

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.