There Is An Imbalance Of Power. It

Hiding Here, Are You? That’s Awkward.” “why?” “because I Had Intended To Hide Here Myself.” “you May Hide Here With Me, If You Wish.

Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled Royal Person At His Feet, "i Must Write My Memoirs.

Magnus's Eyes Went Back To Alec. They Were Gold-green, As Unreadable As The Eyes Of The Cat He Held On His Lap. "not My Favorite Topic, Smedley." "simon", Said Simon. "if I'm Going To Die For You All, The Least You Could Do Is Remember My Name.

Nearly Unable To Bear The Thought Of How Much He Needed Her Quiet Strength, He Closed His Eyes And Leaned His Forehead Against The Cold Glass.

Beautiful. He'd Called Her Beautiful. Nobody Had Ever Called Her That Before, Except Her Mother, Which Didn't Count. Mothers Were Required To Think You Were Beautiful.