I remained with Lark in the hospital room until Aaron arrived out of breath from running. My muse, he said, taking her hand. Leaving them alone to prepare for the surgery, I walked into the waiting ro...
Well, I say brightly, we’re getting on splendidly, aren’t we? Glad to see you’re all becoming friends over your mutually violent desires.
(pl. ) of Pixie
For heaven’s sake, I say, will you please sip the tea so I don’t have to pour you another cup every five minutes? We’re facing an apocalypse, he replies. There is not enough tea in the world to calm m...
That’s trouble. The pixies will sour your milk. I thought it was hobgoblins who soured milk. A dirty lie. Spread by the pixies, no doubt.