Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

Nothing Is More Frightening Than A Fear You Cannot Name.

Sometimes, When You're So Sad You Don't Know What To Do, It Helps To Be Angry.

Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic, Too.

If I Was A Book, I Would Like To Be A Library Book, So I Would Be Taken Home By All Different Sorts Of Kids.

Mortimer's Face Twisted When The Piper Pressed His Knife Against His Ribs. Oh Yes, He's Obviously Made The Wrong Enemies In This Story, Thought Orpheus. And The Wrong Friends. But That Was High-minded Heroes For You. Stupid.