Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.