Words,words Filled The Night Like The Fragrance

And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.

When The Heart Craved Something So Forcefully, Then Reason Became Nothing But Helpless Observer.

I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World At Secondhand. It's A Lot Safer.

I Always Thought It Hadn't Influenced Me Very Much, But I Heard From Many People From England That Many Motives From German Fairytales Are To Be Found In My Books.

He Flung His Arms Around Her Neck, But Only Once He Saw Silvertoungue's Back Was Turned. He Never Knew With Fathers. "i'll Save Him, Meggie!" He Wispered In Her Ear. "i'll Bring Dustfinger Back. This Story Will Have A Happy Ending.i Swear!