He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man’s.

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

We must have taken a wrong turn turning somewhere.””Where, Purgatory?” said Dozy. “We’re in Hell.

It didn’t help when he told David that his mother would always be with him, even if he couldn’t see her. An unseen mother couldn’t go for long walks with you on summer evenings, drawing...

But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.