Music of the spheres, the melody of nights and days; I cannot accept such notions, having escaped at last from the ashes of a careworn past.

Here the stealing of infants and copulation with incubi and succubi are more than notable features of fairy lore.

It's the real deal, the necessary product of years of lucubration and manual toil.

Horrified by normalcy, have matured; our miscarriages bloom like lettuce in an entirely different context.