“Can’t I stay here? In the graveyard?” “You must not,” said Silas, more gently than Bod could remember him ever saying anything.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“It must be good,” said Silas, “to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Suppose we pick a name for him, eh?" Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. "He looks a little like my… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Did it hurt?” asked Bod. “Letting the car hit you like that?” “Yes,” said Silas.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
