The Princess and the Bear: And that's why there's a statue of a bear over the gate of the city.

Sandmagic: And when all had heard the news, the forest wept for Cer Cemreet, and each tree gave a twig to be burned inn his memory, and shed sap to sink into the ground in his name.

The Best Day: And the peddler, he just rode home to his family, his great-great-great-grandchildren, his grey-haired wife who nagged, the children who complained about the way he was always off on business when he should be home, and always hanging about the hose when he ought to be away; he rode home to the leaves that turned every year, and the rats that ate the apples in the cellar, and the folks that kept dying on him, and the little ones that kept on being born.

A Plague of Butterflies: For you broke a wise, a cruel, a kind and gentle butterfly."

The Monkeys Thought 'Twas All in Fun: In the shadow of inevitable death, the people of Earth withered and grew old.

Mortal Gods: And they were gnawed within by the grief of knowing that his greatest gift of all gifts was forever out of their reach.

Saving Grace: "God ain't no cripple."

Eye for Eye: She can tell you herself

St. Amy's Tale: God put angels into Mothe Elousie and Father Charlie, and they destroyed the world, for the cup of God's indignation was full, and all the works of men fell to dust, but out of dust God makes men, and out of men and women, angels.

Kingsmeat: They would, perhaps, have cut out his eyes, but they wanted him to see them smile.

Holy: And by all that's holy, let me go back and cling to it again.