My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.
Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear.
perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.
My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.
I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.