Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.”
“Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.

You seem to be in a state of such absolute contradiction that I would not be surprised if your face tore in half.

I knew your plan before you made it,” Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand… “You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeare’s cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are rather…obvious. You would be a terrible king.

Oh, daddy, by what witchcraft have you coaxed that sulky rose-bush into bloom?'

'No witchcraft at all - it just bloomed because you were coming home, baby,' said her father.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.