“Set’s storm is gathering,” Amos said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Shall we drive into is?”

“By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!""There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can.”

“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” Corinthians, 15:52”

“Nobody shall drive us away,” I said. “We're going to be happy here.” We said it like a challenge to fate.”

“Shadows gathered as they had done for eons, beneath the moon and the twinkling of a million stars, like a gathering of forgotten deities.”

“I wish you humor and a twinkle in the eye. I wish you glory and the strength to bear life's burdens. I wish you sunshine on your path and the storms to season your journey.”