she had flown as an owl thousands of times , but never once had it been so fun or exhilarating . she cut him a look of determined delight . how would she make copies of the keys in the middle of the night on that tiny island ? yeah , this was n't a place like that . true , but she would n't admit it . sam reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed and covered them . it 's not just the engine that 's the heart of the ship . 