Raoul: Age And Treachery! Neal: Youth And

You're An Obnoxious Canker-blossom. Go Ooze Somewhere Else.

Without Reading, We Are All Without Light In The Dark, Without Fire In The Cold.

I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern. -scamp

I Will Tell The Stork-man.

Waves Are The Voices Of Tides. Tides Are Life.