She Said, "i Will Go No Farther."

Sing To Me," She Said. "that Would Be Valiant, To Raise Your Voice In This Dark, Lonely Place, And It Will Be Useful As Well. Sing To Me, Sing Loudly-drown Out My Dreams, Keep Me From Remembering Whatever Wants Me To Remember It. Sing To Me, My Lord Prince, If It Please You. It May Not Seem A Hero's Task, But I Would Be Glad Of It.

Take Me With You. For Laughs, For Luck, For The Unknown. Take Me With You.

Only To A Magician Is The World Forever Fluid, Infinitely Mutable And Eternally New. Only He Knows The Secret Of Change, Only He Knows Truly That All Things Are Crouched In Eagerness To Become Something Else, And It Is From This Universal Tension That He Draws His Power.

Ravens Bring Things To People. We're Like That. It's Our Nature. We Don't Like It.

I Have Been Mortal, And Some Part Of Me Is Mortal Yet. I Am Full Of Tears And Hunger And The Fear Of Death, Although I Cannot Weep, And I Want Nothing, And I Cannot Die. I Am Not Like The Others Now, For No Unicorn Was Ever Born Who Could Regret, But I Do. I Regret.