There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

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

I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music. It is the smell of home.

Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.

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

Seeing an Earl as an owl on a mantelpiece, and having part of one's face removed by a cat, both on the same morning, can temporarily undermine the self-control of any man.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.