And Anwin said, It turned out just as an enchantment should.But Anwin, it wasn't an enchantment really, it just-Yes, child, it was the greatest enchantment of all. He winked at the prince. Gillie...
Gillie was grinning at the boy's indignant anger. He put a hand on the pages shoulder and looked coldly at Augusta. "Do you call my page a liar, old woman? And who are you to speak of this lady as...
Gillie caught Delilah's hand before it struck, and held it firmly in his own. He stared at her for a long time, but said nothing. Then at last he spoke softly, "Don't you hurt her. Not ever. If you...
You shall have," Gillie said, "the king's bread and goat milk.""The magical goat milk?""The same.""Will it make me beautiful?""It cannot. You are already that.
The castle always looks so mysterious," she said, awed. "Is it wonderful, living there?""It isn't so mysterious when you're there. I'd rather look at it from the hills. It's just-full of people, at...
Crystal shoesAnd a mare to ride on,A milk white mare,And a silver woven in my hair.
The swamp roses, Gillie. It was the mare found them. She-if she hadn't run off-it was almost as if she meant me to see them....
If it occurred to Thursey that there was really no relationship between marrying your own true love and having a fortune showered upon you, she didn't bother about that. In a story you might as well...
We will get you a dress with magic, just as in the stories," he said seriously. "But they're only stories, Gillie, Magic isn't real." "We will make it real.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...