You know, the people who write “they lived happily ever after” aren’t the people living the ever after.

Determined to find freedom above ground, the goblin ran up the stairs.

Trees move and feel very slowly; a girl lives life fast.

That was the way it always was. Black sheep on one side; white sheep on the other.

Long ago and far away, there was a woman with an open heart.

There once lived a family on a small island in the middle of the ocean.

My Dearest Eloise,
I have made the most incredible discovery of my life and you are the only one with whom I wish to share.

Once upon a time there were seven sisters.

Once, in a dangerous land far away, a woman, pregnant with a terrible man’s child, was taken in by a travelling coven of witches.

This story is, like all good stories, about the one who stood out from the crowd.

Long ago, when the Earth was young, there were only the Ancients inhabiting the Earth.

Once upon a time, or maybe yesterday, a woman stood wringing her hands.