Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.

Any idiot can put up a website.