flax-golden tales: a saturday afternoon quest for power
a saturday afternoon quest for power It’s a stupid thing to search for, she tells me, for about the hundredth time since we started walking. I ask her if it would be better to
a saturday afternoon quest for power It’s a stupid thing to search for, she tells me, for about the hundredth time since we started walking. I ask her if it would be better to
accidental poetry It’s the easiest way to compose a poem, he tells me. I don’t believe him, but I nod in what I hope is a thoughtful-looking way as he throws the letters up
I am going on holiday, which always sounds more festive than “on vacation” for some reason. It is mostly a writing holiday. I shall be hiding myself away and working on the new
the storied pasts of carousel ponies Once they were real ponies, because that’s how such stories go. (Before that they were real boys, of course. Princes and paupers and a solitary thief, each with
Okay, I’ve seen this elsewhere on the internet so I think it’s probably safe to share here. This is the US paperback cover of The Night Circus. Trust me when I tell you it’ll