Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan." Is it Nate?" She calls me Honeylips.

It was one thing to snuggle a little when the world seemed about to end, and quite another to explain to her parents that she wanted to date an ancient magical horse.

Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal caretakers. In a world where mortal man has become the dominant force, most creatures of enchantment have fled to refuges like this one.

When jumping is the sole option, you jump, and try to make it work.

I blush to think of her beholding my work," Verl confessed. So do we," Newel assured him.

A crossbow?” Pigeon asked. I left my battle-ax in my other jeans,” the man said.

Sometimes the most preposterous lies are the most believable.