Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

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?