She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

She even learnt the language of a strange country which Senior Cosetti had been told some people believed still existed, although no-one in the world could say where it was. The name of this country was Wales.

Ha!' said the tall man drily. 'He was in high luck. Rich old uncles who die are in shockingly short supply.

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by

He hardly ever spoke of magic, and when he did it was like a history lesson and no one could bear to listen to him.

Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.