Lavondyss for you—for all of us—is what we are able to remember of ancient times…” — Robert Holdstock

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“Walking in the woods,” she said.

“Have I told you about Christ?”

“Ghost-born-man-walking-on-water-telling-stories-dead-on-tree. Yes. You’ve told me about him. Show me more feathers.”

“I really didn’t mean to steal it.”

Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. “Why not? That’s what they’re there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.”