He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

Nothing has changed, or will change. So we must change it.

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique