"I feel his magic. At first it's a buzz in my fingertips, then a rush of static up my arm. I try not to squirm...The static in my arm settles into a heavy thrum, like electrical sparks catching into flames. The discomfort goes away, even though the licking, flaming feeling gets stronger. This I know what to do with: This is fire...I laugh, and it comes out more good-natured than I mean it to. 'Snow. I think I could cast a sonnet right now'...I'm so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it's like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket?"