Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.

I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.' 'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.

All our land was enriched with my treasures buried in it, thickly inhabited just below the surface with my marbles and my teeth and my colored stones, all perhaps turned to jewels by now, held together under the ground in a powerful taut web which never loosened, but held fast to guard us.