But After All, The Villains Are The

Nothing Chased Nightmares Away Faster Than The Rustle Of Printed Paper.

All Books Are In Safe Hands With Me. They're My Children, My Inky Children, And I Look After Them Well. I Keep The Sunlight Away From Their Pages, I Dust And Protect Them From Hungry Hookworms And Grubby Human Fingers.

What's The Matter Princess? Do You Know The End Of Your Story?

When The Heart Craved Something So Forcefully, Then Reason Became Nothing But Helpless Observer.

Which Of Us Has Not Felt That The Character We Are Reading In The Printed Page Is More Real Than The Person Standing Beside Us?