We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.

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.

Could you do such things when you were a dancer?' Tara asks her, as Tsukiko pulls a leg up impossibly far over her head. 'I would have had a much busier social calendar if I could,' Mme. Padva replies with a shake of her head.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

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

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul