“The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the mask of the Arkadian winter night. Some of them had wings, but not gauzy gossamer tattooist fabulosities. The… — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
“For just a little while, in all our lives, we're granted brief glimpses at the way things really operate. In those times, we learn… — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
“The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the mask of… — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
“Our meeting was inevitable. Our love was terminal. But God and Goddess damn it, our daughter was no mistake at all.” — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
“The forecast was cloudy with extended periods of consciousness, followed by a stitch in my side and a sense of impending doom swelling to… — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
