I know where you sleep, Bard." She smirked. "Then you know I sleep with knives.

Of all the inventions Addie has seen her ushered into the world — steam-powered trains, electric lights, photography, and phones, and airplanes, and computers — movies might just be her favorite one. Books are wonderful, portable, lasting, but sitting there, in the darkened theater, the wide screen filling her vision, the world falls away, and for a few short hours she is someone else, plunged into romance and intrigue and comedy and adventure.

We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.

What is wrong with black? It's the perfect color.