"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 in a book and I spilled hot coffee all over it."
"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."
"upon my exile from Arcadia, I fell to Earth and passed by a shadow with broken wings. So sad."
