He slipped her the inkwell. "This one is full of forbidden, outlawed words," he whispered. "Make sure you clean your pen when you're done.

You can date a girl with mind control powers," he said sagely, "but stay alert. Make sure she's saying 'I love you,' not 'you love me.

Galaxies were mere tide pools. The empty space between them was a killing field of dark-matter predators and electromagnetic anglerfish.

The panels of her corset were portals to deep space. With every waltz, her dance partner circled the galaxy, but he only looked at her eyes.

Inflated descriptions by the pen or exaggerated illustrations by the pencil.

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.