Isabella Nagg and the Pot of Basil

Laziness. That’s what it was. He disapproved of that in other people.

the two had found solace in shared despondency. After a while

Step One: Dress to kill. Step Two: Bury the bodies.

What Gwendolyn failed to grasp about the nature of goblin fruit was intrinsically tied to the fact that she had never denied herself anything. As a creature of pure will, she always did exactly what she pleased, and thus any attempt to draw on her hidden desires was doomed to fail as a matter of technicality.

The tent belonged to Gwendolyn herself, and was adorned in rolls of a violently pink fabric so criminally flamboyant it punched the other colours out of your head and stole your wallet while your back was turned.

Removing a mandrake from the soil is cautioned against except in dire need, for their caterwauling is both tonally depraved (in the same musical tradition as a harpsichord) and lethal to the listener.

Sly enough to capture a bird, cruel enough to keep it in a cage, too stupid to know he would be the death of it.