Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey

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.

I Feel A Whole Country Growing Inside Me, Thousands Of Years, Millions Of People, Stupid, Crazy, Shrewd People, And All Of Them Me. I Never Felt Like That Before, I Never Felt That There Was Anything Inside Me, Even Myself.

I Am A King's Daughter, And If I Cared To Care, The Moon That Has No Mistress Would Flutter In My Hair. No One Dares To Cherish What I Choose To Crave. Never Have I Hungered, For That I Did Not Have I Am A Kings Daughter, And I Grow Old Within The Prison Of My Person, The Shackles Of My Skin. And I Would Run Away And Beg From Door To Door, Just To See Your Shadow Once, And Never More.

Your Name Is A Golden Bell Hung In My Heart. I Would Break My Body To Pieces To Call You Once By Your Name.

The Magician Stood Erect, Menacing The Attackers With Demons, Metamorphoses, Paralyzing Ailments, And Secret Judo Holds. Molly Picked Up A Rock.