Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A

Mortimer's Face Twisted When The Piper Pressed His Knife Against His Ribs. Oh Yes, He's Obviously Made The Wrong Enemies In This Story, Thought Orpheus. And The Wrong Friends. But That Was High-minded Heroes For You. Stupid.

There Could Be Few Men Whose Love For A Woman Had Been Written On His Face With A Knife.

Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic, Too.

Words Are Immortal - Elinor

Why Did Death Make Life Taste So Much Sweeter? Why Could The Heart Love Only What It Could Also Lose?