Killing Is Easy," Said Mo,

Let's Be Off Before He Gets His Great Horsey Teeth Into My Poor Lines Of Verse!

I Think We Should Sometimes Read Stories Where Everything's Different From Our World, Don't You Agree? There's Nothing's Like It For Teaching Us To Wonder Why Trees Are Green And Not Red, And Why We Have Five Fingers Rather Than Six.' --spoken By The Bluejay, Aka Mo The Bookbinder, From 'inkdeath

From The Tower Battlements, Dustfinger Looked Down On A Lake As Black As Night, Where The Reflection Of The Castle Swam In A Sea Of Stars. The Wind Passing Over His Unscarred Face Was Cold From The Snow Of The Surrounding Mountains, And Dustfinger Relished Life As If He Were Tasting It For The First Time. The Longing It Brought, And The Desire. All The Bitterness, All The Sweetness, Even If It Was Only For A While, Never For More Than A While, Everything Gained And Lost, Lost And Found Again.

Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

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!