Auntie, how do you do that? her niblings would ask, the same way the children she read her books to - in libraries and schools and classes, bringing them very nearly to life in sparkling shimmers and images - would, and Sarah always smiled at them and leaned close as they gathered round. "There may be a little witch in my blood." she would tell them as they gasped and giggled and grinned, and she clapped her hands and grinned right back, winking.

Jareth shook his head, watching her, feeling the soft thread of his own magic channelled through her - gifted, stolen, won - and extended just a little more himself.