What Are Stories For If

The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A Thieving Fox.

Yes, I Do Enjoy Walking At Night. The World’s More To My Liking Then, Not So Loud, Not So Fast, Not So Crowded, And A Good Deal More Mysterious.

My Dear Elinor, You Were Obviously Born Into The Wrong Story,” Said Dustfinger At Last.

Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

Fire And Water," He Said, "don't Really Mix. You Could Say They're Incompatible. But When They Do Love Each Other, They Love Passionately.