The Wizard Heir

Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.

Ellen drank long and deep from her water bottle and wiped her mouth with her gauntleted arm. "Are you feeling all right, Jack? Your play's flat, all in all. I was hoping to give Seph more of a show." Jack tested the edge of his blade with his thumb. "Actually, Ellen, I wondered if you were coming down with something. You were downright lethargic. I nearly dozed off once or twice." "Well, that explains it. You looked like you were asleep." With that, they threw down their weapons and it dissolved into a wrestling match. In the end they were kissing each other. It was certainly a different kind of courtship, but there was a chemistry, an understanding, a kinship between Jack and Ellen that Seph envied.

Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.

He would find a way to make it work, because he finally understood that sometimes you have to raise your expectations. And sometimes you need to make a claim on the world and the people you love to get what you most desire

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept.

Leicester stared fixedly at the image before him, the color bleached from his face by its brilliance. Seph sensed the headmaster's mind questing out, trying to discover and destroy the wizard behind the image, but finding nothing, no trail of magic, no stone, no flesh and blood to focus on. Jason Haley, the puppeteer, was safely ensconced in the gallery above.

N'exigez pas beaucoup et vous ne serez pas decu. Don't expect much, and you won't be disappointed.

I don't believe in trading in your future for a little extra power in the present.

I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.

Fitch danced on rooftops like some kind of manic digital maestro in a Wi-Fi headset, waving his arms and crying, 'More power! Need more power!

Think of what we could accomplish if we were not focused on murdering each other.

Welcome to life in a small town,' Jack said dryly. 'Where everybody makes it their business to put their noses in yours.

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

I have to think it’s possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.

There were two more cars parked in the lot than when Seph and Madison had arrived. One was the old Jeep that Will and Ellen shared. The other one was unfamiliar, a black minivan with a rent-a-car sticker. It must belong to the alumni, Seph thought. At least he hoped so, because he melted all four tires.

- Qual é, Jack, é mais do que isso - disse Ellen. Ela passou para um falsete agudo abobado - Ele é muito gato... É praticamente europeu. Quer dizer, ele viveu no mundo todo. E ele fala francês. - Ela cutucou Seph com o ombro. - E você viu os olhos dele? Eles mudam de cor, e ele tem aqueles cílios longos e escuros. E o jeito que ele beija. - Ela revirou os olhos. (...) - E então? Qual é o segredo de um grande beijo, Seph? - perguntou Jack - É a técnica, a duração, a intensidade ou o poder? Seph soltou um suspiro dramático. - Oh, está certo, Jack. Eu beijo você. Mas só desta vez.

He'd always found that he learned more if he kept quiet.

Friendship didn't mean much if it was inflicted.

You don't have to understand, you just have to survive.