I Was Not Scared Of Anything, When

The Real Problem With Stories - If You Keep Them Going Long Enough, They Always End In Death.

There's A But, Isn't There?" Said Coraline. "i Can Feel It. Like A Rain Cloud.

Daisy Looked Up At Him With The Kind Of Expression That Jesus Might Have Given Someone Who Had Just Explained That He Was Probably Allergic To Bread And Fishes, So Could He Possibly Do Him A Quick Chicken Salad.

I Am Amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.

She Smiled At Coraline, As If It Had Been A Very Long Time Since She Had Smiled And She Had Almost, But Not Quite, Forgotten How.