The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?