I See You're Trying To Distract Me

Look Well On This, My Son," Said The Green-skinned Man, "for One Day I Shall Rule A Clockwork Kingdom Of Such Beings, And You Shall Be Its Prince.

But The Name Magnus Bane Made Him Think Of A Towering Sort Of Figure, With Huge Shoulders And Formal Purple Warlock’s Robes, Calling Down Fire And Lightning. Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

Magnus, I Wish I Had The Nerve To Wear The Kind Of Pants You Do.

Appearances Are Significant, And Never More Than In Politics. You Can Always Sway The Crowd, Provided You Have A Good Story.