Real Magic Can Never Be Made By

I Love Whom I Love," Prince Lir Repeated Firmly. "you Have No Power Over Anything That Matters.

...no Cat Out Of Its First Fur Can Ever Be Deceived By Appearances. Unlike Human Beings, Who Enjoy Them.

The Woman I Loved Died Because I Did Not Love Her Enough - What Greater Sin Is There Than That?" (uncle Chaim And Aunt Fifke And The Angel)

Unicorns Are Not To Be Forgiven." The Magician Felt Himself Growing Giddy With Jealousy, Not Only Of The Touch But Of Something Like A Secret That Was Moving Between Molly And The Unicorn. "unicorns Are For Beginnings," He Said, "for Innocence And Purity, For Newness. Unicorns Are For Young Girls." Molly Was Stroking The Unicorn's Throat As Timidly As Though She Were Blind. She Dried Her Grimy Tears On The White Mane. "you Don't Know Much About Unicorns," She Said.

You Ever Want To See Real Witchcraft, You Watch People Protecting Their Comfort, Their Beliefs.