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.

The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat

My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.