She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.

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

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Are you the dart?" he said. "Are you the knife? The fuse?" She said (though he wasn't convinced): "My deane, my poppet, I am too green to walk into a public place and do something bad.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.