We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.

Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.