If it means my death, I don’t care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

Master, I’m afraid. I am, truly. This place scares me. At home, I know who I am, what to do. I’m the Warden’s daughter, I know where I stand. But this is a dangerous place,...

Shut up!” Finn turned, furious. “Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the...

When you draw, you copy the world don’t you? You remake it on paper, but it isn’t the same. It’s yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems,...

:Paintings are easy to see,” he said after a moment. “Open, presented flat to the eye. Words are not easy. Words have to be discovered, deep in their pages, deciphered, translated, read. Words are symbols...

The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear.”How...

I hate her.” Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. “Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That’s a different sorrow.

I have walked a stair of swords,I have worn a coat of scars.I have vowed with hollow words,I have lied my way to the stars-Songs of Sapphique

Underground, the stars are legend.

Understanding’s not enough. Understanding’s from outside; merely a function of the mind. [. . .] To enter, that’s the secret. To become the bridge, to crawl into its sap, to sway with it, to rot...

All my years to this momentAll my roads to this wall.All my words to this silenceAll my pride to this fall.-Songs of Sapphique

Walls have ears.Doors have eyes.Trees have voices.Beasts tell lies.Beware the rain.Beware the snow.Beware the manYou think you know.-Songs of Sapphique