What would he imagine next? Little hairy beasties tap-dancing on his sofa, or other fey creatures sneaking up on him in the… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“We passed a street minstrel who was singing in one of the more obscure Eastern languages, and I dropped a few orbs… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“I have given my heart. Her face is—” “Usual complement of bits?” asked the little creature. “Eyes? Nose? Teeth? All the usual?”… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Thus it was, that when the little hairy man arrived back from the village of Revelry (although why it was so called… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
