“ I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that… Betsy Cornwell
“ The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.He was growing.New, mol… Betsy Cornwell
“ …it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery. Stefan Bachmann
“ He had an image in his mind of a gaggle of long-necked geese, all done up in petticoats and crinolines, sitting around a stuffy parlor and talking about him. Stefan Bachmann
