She Had Only To Open A Door,

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.

This World,' She Said. 'do You Really Like It?' What A Question! Farid Never Asked Himself Such Things. He Was Glad To Be With Dustfinger Again And Didn't Mind Where That Was. It's A Cruel World, Don't You Think?' Meggie Went On. 'mo Often Told Me I Forget How Cruel It Is Too Easily.' With His Burned Fingers, Farid Stroke Her Fair Hair. It Shone Even In The Dark. 'they're All Cruel,' He Said. 'the World I Come From, The World You Come From, And This One, Too. Maybe The People Don't See The Cruelty In Your World Right Away, It's Better Hidden, But It's There All The Same.

In Love - It Sounded Like A Sickness Without Any Cure, And Wasn't That Just How It Sometimes Felt?

He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different Dreams Can Be! Nature Will Soon Grant Your Wish.

Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is Harder.