They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.

Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.

I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.