The assassin's paper was her last tapestry, and she painted treason in brilliant scarlet and sunrise gold in the fading light of a candle.
The arms of the galaxy curl around her, forming an immortal cosmic embrace.
We are looking for the end of the rainbow, a magical place.
It's amusing how they think all the witches died in Salem.
Desperation turned other colonists into skeletons, though they could not explain why they withered.