"In the alleys of Madrid. There were firey bolts that rained down from the heavens and curses in Latin. All I did was borrow his book! I was going to return it, I swear."
"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 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."
"When I was exiled from Arcadia, I fell to Earth and passed by a shadow with broken wings. So sad."
