Sandry: "There has to be something we can do." Lark: "We're mages. We do what we can, but some problems are too big to fix." Sandry: "Then I wish I weren't a mage. What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people.

Split the Lark__nd you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.

Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other." Lark: "I didn't say they liked it.- Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases

I shall eat anyone who tries to steal my singing, springing lark!

Hail to thee blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert That from Heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Where did you get your tat?_ __aron__ shop. You want to get a tat?_ he asked, grinning as if this was hilarious. __ have one,_ I said, rolling the ball into the gutter. __t__ not finished though._ __ow come?_ __y brother interrupted the tattoo and I never had the money to get it done again._ __o, I meant how come you__e such a bad bowler? Is it genetic?_ he asked. __ike do you come from a long line of people who can__ make a ball roll in a straight line?_ __ou__e hilarious._ __ try, Pixie Dust.