I Own A Book,' He Thought, Delighted

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

What A Sweet And Succulent Morsel: So Soft, So Salty, So Deliciously Delectable, It Makes Me Want To Wiggle With Delight. You Should Cook For Me More Often, Roran Stronghammer. Only Next Time, I Think You Should Prepare Several Deer At Once. Otherwise, I Won't Get A Proper Meal.' Roran Hesitated, As If Unable To Decide Whether Her Request Was Serious And, If So, How He Could Politely Extricate Himself Froim Such An Unlooked -for And Rather Onerous Obligation.

No-one Can Function Properly Without Occasional Peace And Quiet.

I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile.

For My Love, I Will Wade Through An Ocean Of Blood, Even If It Destroys Me