Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.
Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder.
A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.