And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]

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