Nobody Loves Only Once.

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.

The Fairy's Dress Rustled As She Turned. Human Women Dressed Like Flowers, Layers Of Petals Around A Mortal, Rotting Core.

Every Reader Knows About The Feeling That Characters In Books Seem More Real Than Real People.

They Wouldn't Tell Scipio How Much Of The Counterfeit Cash Was Left Since, As Riccio Put It, 'you're A Detective Now, After All.

Why Did Death Make Life Taste So Much Sweeter? Why Could The Heart Love Only What It Could Also Lose?