It Is Better Than Going On Loving

Being Sixteen Forever Sounded Good Until You Really Thought About It. Then It Didn't Seem Like Such A Great Prospect.

It Was Sometimes Inconvenient To Have The Gold-green, Slit-pupilled Eyes Of A Cat, But This Was Usually Easily Hidden With A Small Glamour, And If Not, Well, There Were Quite A Few Ladies-and Men-who Didn't Find It A Drawback.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice

There Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Hostility, You Seemed To Have Crossed It. What's Up?

There Is More To Life Than Surviving.