Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.

To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.