Wait, so is it waves, or doors, or conversations?"
"It can be anything you like."
"You're a wretched teacher."
"I warned you. If you're not up to it–"
"Shut up. I'm concentrating.

Dammit Bard, you're going to set the cat on fire.

It was better not to care but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn’t know how deep they were buried until they were gone and you were bleeding on the floor.

Are you as famous in your world as Kell is here?”
Lila thought of the wanted posters lining her London. “Not for the same reasons.

There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.

Magic ran between them like a current, a cord, and he wondered who she would have been if she’d stayed in Grey London. If she’d never picked his pocket, never held the contents ransom for adventure.
Maybe she would never have discovered magic.
Or maybe she would have simply changed her world instead of his.