It Isn't Against The Law To Be

Cleverness That Comes Too Late Is Hardly Cleverness At All?

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.

Did You Like It?" He Said. "i Could Have Given You...jewelry, But I Wanted It To Be Something That Was Wholly Yours. That No One Else Would Hear Or Own. And I Am Not Good With Words, So I Wrote How I Felt About You In Music." He Paused. "did You Like It?

They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn Gnomes

I Have Important Business To Get To. I Plan To Sulk All Afternoon, Followed, Perhaps, By An Evening Of Byronic Brooding And A Nighttime Of Dissipation.