I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.

There are no happy endings... There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories - perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years - and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.

Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.

Let it go on record that any confusion arose simply because we lacked certain commonalities of reference.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

Children are the brightest treasures we bring forth into this world, but too large a percentage of the population continues to treat them as inconveniences and nuisances, when they're not treating them as possessions or toys.