For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible

The moon slid inexorably into its zenith, the shadows shrivelling to the feet of all that cast them, and as Rantel approached the hollow at the hem of the Twisted Woods he was treading in a pool of his own midnight.

Oh how I hate people!