None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who..

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul.

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.

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed….

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 ….

We are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can’t read, where the scientific advances of the ages….

He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds b….

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

The Stars. Jared slept beneath them, uneasy in the rustling leaves. From the battlements Finn gazed up at them, seeing the impossible distances betwe….

Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you..

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough..

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 t….

Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "….

Nothing has changed, or will change. So we must change it..

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison..

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison..

All my life I have dreamed of you..

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you..

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master..

Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen….

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars.