So young," he said finally, "to be fighting so many.

They all nodded and he saw five pairs of knees tighten beneath their robes.

Do you ever stop eating?

The smell from the kitchen was getting stronger: It was something like burning underpants.

He dreamed of London and of a life that mattered.

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?

All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious.