There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.

“Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the th…”

“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something a…”

“This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ri…”

“She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress o…”