The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.