A printing press took the thoughts from someone’s mind and inked them on to a piece of paper anyone might read. It was a kind of magic. A magic to alter the world.

Remember – magic is a cheater’s game, and everyone who sees it wants to play.

Etiquette was just as exhausting as magic.

Dis-moi, Sophie,' she said, admiring the glow of candlelight on silk. 'What are a few drops of blood?