"High noon in the alleys of Madrid. There were angry words in Latin and followed by firey bolts that rained down from the heavens. Its not my fault he had his nose buried in a book and I spilled hot coffee all over it when we bumped into each other as I was trying to escape the devil-worshiping pack of cultists that wanted their chalice back."
"Midnight in Budapest, there was a killer redhead with alabaster skin, a voice like honey and eyes that one could drown in. Unfortunately, I wasn't to her ... tastes. At least I held her hair back as she emptied it out into the porcelain bowl?"
"On the moors of the British Isles beneath a new moon, a bard and I shared a fire and exchanged tales while waiting for the fog to lift."
"Paris. I was lost in a haunted house there once. The ghost that I met, she was quite polite and genteel."
"To sleep, perchance to Dream. My most cherished cousins. Fellow heirs to the realms of Arcadia. Perhaps I shall show one or two of them the way home once my business on Earth is done."
"Upon my exile from Arcadia, I fell fast to Earth and passed by a lost shadow with broken wings. So sad."
