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

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.

I do like the world quite a lot.

... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

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

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Listen to your second thought, or the third might be too late.