It was too wet to see the sun go down, too grey to see the moon come up.

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summe…”

“Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar.…”

“Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the …”

“I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.”