Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic,

He Longed For The Deep As She Longed For The Night Sky And For White Lilies Floating On Water -- Although She Still Tried To Convince Herself That Love Alone Could Feed Her Soul.

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

I Always Wanted To Ride A Dragon Myself, So I Decided To Do This For A Year In My Imagination.

Let's Be Off Before He Gets His Great Horsey Teeth Into My Poor Lines Of Verse!

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