"She walked on without looking again at the Abendsen house and, as she walked, searching up and down the streets for a cab or a car, moving and bright and living, to take her back to her motel."

"Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!"

"And so, exulting as the moonlit rocks fled by him, exulting as the tears streamed over his face – with his eyes fixed excitedly upon the blurred horizon and the battering of the hoof-beats loud in his ears, Titus rode out of his world."

"Now of Walter and the Maid is no more to be told, saving that they begat between them goodly sons and fair daughters; whereof came a great lineage in Stark-wall; which lineage was so strong, and endured so long a while, that by then it had died out, folk had clean forgotten their ancient Custom of king-making, so that after Walter of Langton there was never another king that came down to them poor and lonely from out of the Mountains of the Bears. "

"In the meantime you must make yourself contented by the consciousness of success, like the Roman miser— "'Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplor in arca.'"

"'I can do that for you, and much, much more.'"

"She was home."

"As if spitting out all the accumulated venom of the woman he took for his enemy, Kikuji hurried into the shade of the park."

"It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan."

"'Thank goodness!' said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco jar."

"And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!"

"I am not returning home."

"'I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.'"

"And this is where I'll end, before I know what happens next."

And you say, 'Just a moment, I've almost finished If on a winter's night a traveler by Italo Calvino.'"

"For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine-bottle." And he stretched his long white hand up for it.

Until it was nothing more than a gray paper moon, hanging in the sky.

Yes,” said Sabriel, with some surprise. “I am.”

"You can say that again," Stryke agreed.

Now it was her turn—it was time to let her family meet Rin.

Now we can go after the Gardier.

But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.

I am haunted by humans.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call.