Kisses were better than potions.

Luck was with me. I saw no spiders. Luck was against me. I saw no specters.

I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you

There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over.

And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.

He is flawless, without a blemish. Majesic . . . muscular.