So, you figure they won't notice you're back?" sneered the marquis. "Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.

I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.

I learned to write by writing.

The only people I ever get irritated with are the ones who announce, using my Twitter handle, that they are no longer following me and why.