I wake a while later. I slip out of his arms and sit up. I look at my back and see a white tsrip going down my back. I smile, not caring. I look to Chance and smile. I rub his back and kiss the back of his neck.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
