I'm Going Up To My Room Now,

I Assure You, My Friends, I Am Cone Sold Stober.

Christopher Discovered That You Dealt With Obnoxious Masters And Most Older Boys The Way You Dealt With Governesses: You Quite Politely Told Them The Truth In The Way They Wanted To Hear It, So That They Thought They Had Won And Left You In Peace.

No I Am Not All Right!” Chrestomanci Said, After Five Minutes Of This. “i Have Worldwide Blisters. I Need A Shave. I’m Tired Out And I Haven’t Had Anything To Eat Since Breakfast Yesterday. Would You Feel Alright In My Position?

A Fickle Heart Is The Only Constant In This World

This Is The Mythosphere. It's Made Up Of All The Stories, Theories And Beliefs, Legends, Myths And Hopes, That Are Generated Here On Earth. As You Can See, It's Constantly Growing And Moving As People Invent New Tales To Tell Or Find New Things To Believe. The Older Strands Move Out To Become These Spirals, Where Things Tend To Become Quite Crude And Dangerous. They've Hardened Off, You See.