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.

It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse that fictional worlds spring into my mind nearly fully formed and it takes quite a while to sift through everything to find the story.

I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.

...He is sure that the Bailey he is now is closer to the Bailey he is supposed to be than the Bailey he had been before

It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies in a spiderweb that was spun when I was six years old and now I can barely move for fear of losing someone else.

Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.

Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.