We Are The Star And The Darkness

Even Winter — The Hardest Season, The Most Implacable — Dreams, As February Creeps On, Of The Flame That Will Presently Melt It Away. Everything Tires With Time, And Starts To Seek Some Opposition, To Save It From Itself.

Mischief Nodded. 'it's True,' He Conceded. 'you're In The Company Of Eight World-class Thieves,' He Said, Not Without A Little Touch Of Pride. 'saints We Are Not.' But Then,' Said Deaux-deaux, 'who Is?' He Thought On This. 'besides Saints.

..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That Would Find Her The First Brewing Tea After Armageddon.

Angels Have Very Nasty Tempers. Especially When They’re Feeling Righteous.

I've Held A Brain In My Hands, Which Is An Extraordinary Experience.