You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.

My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.

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.

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

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.

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away