I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.

She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.