It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?

A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had yet suspected possible.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.