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“Enough, rodent,” she hissed. “Your ‘magnificence’ is as threadbare as your cape.”

“A heart,” Bartok said softly. “Because you don’t need a spell to be young. You need to remember what it feels like to care for someone other than yourself.” bartok the magnificent script

He waved a crooked wand. A puff of pink smoke erupted. The laundry basket vanished. Unfortunately, the laundry did not. The royal undergarments rained down upon the stony-faced guards like a ridiculous blizzard. “Enough, rodent,” she hissed

His quest began poorly. He couldn’t read a map (it was upside-down), he was terrified of the dark (ironic for a bat), and his only companion was a grouchy, flea-bitten bear named Zozi who wanted only to hibernate. “The Forest of Bones? We’ll be bones ourselves,” Zozi grumbled. You need to remember what it feels like

But Bartok, who had been sleeping upside-down from a chandelier, saw everything. A tiny, selfish voice in his head whispered, Run away. You’re just a bat. What can you do?