I Will Try To Write Books Until

He Flung His Arms Around Her Neck, But Only Once He Saw Silvertoungue's Back Was Turned. He Never Knew With Fathers. "i'll Save Him, Meggie!" He Wispered In Her Ear. "i'll Bring Dustfinger Back. This Story Will Have A Happy Ending.i Swear!

Everyone Is Small At Night.

Weren’t All Books Ultimately Related? After All, The Same Letters Filled Them, Just Arranged In A Different Order. Which Meant That, In A Certain Way, Every Book Was Contained In Every Other!

There Could Be Few Men Whose Love For A Woman Had Been Written On His Face With A Knife.

She Had Found Him And Was Bringing Back His Thanks. Nor Did She Forget To Mention That He Had Assured Her That She Was Indeed The Most Beautiful Fairy He Had Ever Set Eyes On.