Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa. “Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. “This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.

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

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little

Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.

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