I Was Always Intensely Romantic, Even When

And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

She Went To The Window Seat And Sat There, Sniffling, Hating Them All, And Herself Most Of All. It Was All Her Fault, Everything Bad That Had Happened.

I Can Be Humbler Than Anyone.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.