Oh- my twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice Cream. I give you lots of kisses, And I give lots of hugs, But I never give you sandwiches With bugs In.

I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

All your tomorrows start here.