Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered.“We all fall down.

— A.F. Stewart

As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.

— A.F. Stewart

I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age.

— A.F. Stewart

I marched to the head Elf. “Where’s the frog?

— A.F. Stewart

I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…

— A.F. Stewart

I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching.

— A.F. Stewart

Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon, illuminate the shadows in the sky.

— A.F. Stewart

So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.

— A.F. Stewart

Sulfurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

— A.F. Stewart

The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.

— A.F. Stewart