A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

“Nothing's impossible,” Poppet responds. She smiles at him and jumps, her red hair trailing out behind her as she falls.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

Taking his time, as though he has all of it in the world, in the universe, from the days when tales meant more than they do now, but perhaps less than they will someday, he draws a breath that releases the tangled knot of words in his heart, and they fall from his lips effortlessly. "The circus arrives without warning.

Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.

I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. "I wished for her.

You prefer not to see the gears of the clock, as to better tell time.