We tore down all the maps, spreading them across every surface. We ran our fingers over the lines, trying in vain to see the absences.

I am afraid--so very afraid--that I will never be able to forget Camelot again.

From the depths of my core to the moons in my sky, I am dead—let me stay like that.

It dawns on you that Sara has planned this from the beginning.

You broke the rules, Sir. Hesitation is not for men like us—no matter what we feel.

It would be so nice to return to a simple, gentle life, but she couldn’t forget the Cold or the Loneliness. Or perhaps she could.

I make another batch of blessed buttercream, wishing to wash away my guilt since I know you’d be angry with me, but I hope if you open your sack for lunch, there will be something delightful.

I am the desert, the call of the wind. I want to taste life, warm and finite and wet against my tongue.

Maybe it’s these things that, despite her passing, still make me feel like we’re connected.

Where love exists the universe takes note. It is light within the darkness, it is making, it is a promise that all kinds of creatures can create.

We revel in the golden moonlight and hum the entire song, remembering our father and dreaming of the future.

Later some would claim to have seen where the crown of fire had scorched a black ring around his skull.

You do not need to open the door. It calls to everyone. You’re nothing special.

Soaring through the stars was only worthwhile for Eliza if she had someone beside her. She wasn’t sure she did anymore.

Sylvia gazed at the tranquil sea with despair.

It's gone. I watched it go. Watched the great metal globe start spinning.

Nabi is six years old and not the sort to fear his own shadow.

The magicians’ truck vanished into the cold twilight, leaving Alia alone at the edge of the world.