“Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first.”

“What if I still want to go?""Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger.”

“Unicorns are not to be forgiven." The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a secret that was moving between Molly and the unicorn. "Unicorns are for beginnings," he said, "for innocence and purity, for newness. Unicorns are for young girls."Molly was stroking the unicorn's throat as timidly as though she were blind. She dried her grimy tears on the white mane. "You don't know much about unicorns," she said.”

“I did some thinking.” “That is a very dangerous pastime,” Ghastek said.”

“If it’s dangerous, then you go first. If it’s pleasurable, then I’ll be brave and lead the charge.”

“Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.”