The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it's really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.

They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.