Just roll me in fairy dust and call me a unicorn.

Observing the wizard’s high magic was his biggest privilege as Kadmeion’s assistant.

His harmonic words could weave the fabric of time or spin matter from nothingness if the mood suited him.

Pick up a thing," [Wizard Kadmeion's]mother would say. "Touch, smell, and taste it. Listen to its nonsense. Then put the funny thing in its proper place.

Wizard’s work was a pleasure and a madness. No wonder the university magicians rambled at times like daft bastards.

Goons were the lowest sort of homunculi, only superior to zombies.

We learned the seven traditional ways to make words unclear.""Seven? That many? Which was the most effective?""Poor grammar skills.

Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.

Life is sweet absurdity, Sir Wizard. Laugh your way through it.

Stupor, insanity, and curling up with a good book.” Bright finished his coffee and slipped out of bed. “And I was wondering last night how I would fill my time today. Let me get dressed and have a spot of breakfast first.