A Library Book, I Imagine, Is A

I Think We Should Sometimes Read Stories Where Everything's Different From Our World, Don't You Agree? There's Nothing's Like It For Teaching Us To Wonder Why Trees Are Green And Not Red, And Why We Have Five Fingers Rather Than Six.' --spoken By The Bluejay, Aka Mo The Bookbinder, From 'inkdeath

My Son Always Says I Like Very Weird Music.

Blue As The Evening Sky, Blue As Cranesbill Flowers, Blue As The Lips Of Drowned Men And The Heart Of A Blaze Burning With Too Hot A Flame. Yes, Sometimes It Was Hot In This World, Too. Hot And Cold, Light And Dark, Terrible And Beautiful, It Was Everything All At Once. It Wasn't True That You Felt Nothing In The Land Of Death. You Felt And Heard And Smelled And Saw, But Your Heart Remained Strangely Calm, As If It Were Resting Before The Dance Began Again. Peace. Was That The Word?

When The Heart Craved Something So Forcefully, Then Reason Became Nothing But Helpless Observer.

Accursed, Blasted, Heartless Things [books]! Full Of Empty Promises, Full Of False Lures, Always Making You Hungry, Never Satisfying You, Never!