What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.

Reality is a fragile thing.