Poor Imp

The Thief by Megan Whelan Turner It's a book to go back to on whim, for amusement. ^_^

(Not so very 'mushy', Amelia - it's rather sweet, more than that. ^_^'') The underground hit its stop, grating. Hollow echoes and stale air like a dying man's breath whipped ...

I think of a novel of confessions, or of someone caught with too many secrets, telling them through printed words though mute in life. Depending, I suppose, I might pick ...

Perhaps a quiet woman, willowy and even-tempered who nonetheless is immovable as steel on something that matters to her. -- Rafael Santini

If?... Gloves - that fit, right? -Tov A book. What is is, hell, doesn't matter - I won't get it. -Piers -- What is the most difficult thing you have ...

I like the Russian writers for their long, flowy sentences- they've got a knack for making them winding, but they end with a punch. It's like a whole story compacted ...

Vasya's face. Obviously. Ha - serious? Bloody hell, in the city, 'rade. Er, all ugly, right? -Tov Perhaps something I've dreamed, and that doesn't count as seeing. Why ask in ...

A sad fop, over-the-top pastel-infatuated as far as wardrobe and cursed by ill-luck. It goes with his name, perhaps. -- Skelta

Ha. Slept in where? -Tov You sleep in if you sleep; and I bloody well don't. -Piers --- Can you hear that?

Uncomfortable conditions, right? Er hell, if you know someone who remembers their birth, you might not believe them on others things. Maybe. -Tov I don't know - no one told ...

'I'm not a witch,' said the girl. With such conviction - the villagers began to feel rather dubious themselves. They looked to Pastor Malleux and avoided his kindled-coal gaze. They ...

(Clau, that was hysterical in both literal and more casual sense of the word. ^_^) Though the wind picked up the scent at the edge of town, it rarely blew. ...

Sure. Er, hey - makes me feel great, right? Ha, if I was crazy. Hell - been drinking something other than water? -Tov No, not in any way. Do you ...

It sounds somehow like an epic, or folk tale - rather in the line of Gilgamesh or Homer. ^_^ Though I would think more Northern, and for its oddity, I'd ...

'My hands are tied,' he told them. And they saw that this was literally true, if not so in the figurative sense that mattered. 'Yes,' said the girl, 'But you're ...