Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?" "Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?

I'm an emotional sort of person in general and I have a vivid imagination, so I feel the whole spectrum of emotion strongly when I write.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

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