It is your differences that make you glorious.
Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.
There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.
I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.