The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A

Nothing Is More Frightening Than A Fear You Cannot Name.

She Wanted To Return To Her Dream. Perhaps It Was Still Somewhere There Behind Her Closed Eyelids. Perhaps A Little Of Its Happiness Still Clung Like Gold Dust To Her Lashes. Don't Dreams In Fairy Tales Sometimes Leave A Token Behind?

What Are Stories For If We Don't Learn From Them?

Mo Could Paint Pictures In The Empty Air With His Voice Alone.

Words Are Immortal - Elinor