“Forgive me again. He lifts the carafe and refreshes his goblet. What happened to those two children who laughed at dandelion fuzz? he says softly. Are they gone forever, do you think?”

“Were to be married. Does it matter if I permit it?To me it does, yes, says Merek. And I imagine you, like me, appreciate the illusion of having a choice, even when illusion is all it is.”

“But I want you, he smiles at me. Not just to make me a king. Ive always wanted you. Despite it all, you are still the bride I would choose. I do choose you.”

“I've read all of the old stories now "Red Blood and Dirty Gold", "The Winter Witch", "The Scarlet Varulv" and I want more. Though I want fantasy made-up, impossible things I don't want stories ...”

“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”

“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”