Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand. “No, thank you.” Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.

You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart