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Dis-moi, Sophie,' she said, admiring the glow of candlelight on silk. 'What are a few drops of blood?

Etiquette was just as exhausting as magic.

Have people died?' she asked. 'In balloons?' 'People have died sitting in their armchairs,' Lazare said.

It's like something from a fairy tale.' 'It is not,' Camille protested. As if good things happened only in stories. 'Lazare is nothing like a prince, and I am nothing like a princess.' 'True,' Sophie mused. 'Maybe it's a different type of tale.

I understand why you need to add a release valve and learn how to steer the balloon. But after that - what will you do with a better balloon?' ... A dreamy smile tugged at his lips. 'I'd fly away, of course.

Magicians needed sorrow. And deep sorrow existed only because of love.

Papa's ghost might have whispered in her ear, there would be consequences, some of them not fair. How else would you know you had done something, if there was no change? No shift in the world?

Remember – magic is a cheater’s game, and everyone who sees it wants to play.

Rosier flung himself off his horse and ran towards then, already shouting. 'What a landing! What skill! The Prince and Princess of the Air!' 'And me?' said Armand, tossing Rosier a rope. 'Don't I warrant a mention?' 'Bah, you're not in this story!' Rosier pulled back on the line, holding it tight. 'My story is full of passion! Poetry! Danger and Thrills! But, if I ever write something in praise of tiny little numbers in a row - then Armand, you will be the hero.

This was the Paris of the strivers, of those who dwelt low, not high. This was not the Paris of balloonists. It was her Paris, and it was the same as it had been this morning. But she, perhaps, was not.