A few lines from the book:
"In this place the frontier between thought and reality is probably a little confused.All I know is that once I was not, and then u thought me and then I was. Therefor, I am yours to command".
"It was octarine, the colour of magic.It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of imagination, beacuse wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself".