The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

Some said the original evil was the vacuum caused by the Fairy Queen Lurline leaving us alone here. When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil and maybe slpits apart and multiplies. So every evil thing is a sign of the absence of deity

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

You confuse not speaking with not listening.

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

She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.

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