There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.

“Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes …”

“There was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a tra…”

“People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't writ…”

“It is not that I was credulous, simply that I belived in all things dark and da…”