“WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

“Who's Magnus?" Max inquired"He's a warlock," said Alec"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max."But warlocks are bad," protested Max"Exactly".”

“OR am I the only warlock you know?""No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.”

“A cloak of invisibility? This is a highly sensitive piece of field equipment. What does he think? Some warlock pulled it out of his armpit?”

“Rupert: "... At this rate, somebody is bound to upset the Warlock once too often, and we'll end up with a Court full of bemused looking toads.""He wouldn't dare use his magic here," said the Champion."Don't bet on it," said Rupert. "The High Warlock has all the practicality and self-preservation instincts of a depressed lemming.”

“Those people who recognise that imagination is reality's master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.”