The Way Home: Two Novellas from the World of The Last Unicorn

Some days - some early mornings - when the wind smells of blossoms I'll never see, and there are fawns playing in the misty orchards, and you're yawning and mumbling and scratching your head, and growling that we'll see rain before nightfall, and probably hail as well, on such mornings I wish with all my heart that we could both live forever, and I think you were a great fool to give it up.

Molly's not a magician - that's Schmendrick - and she's not magically glorious, like a unicorn. She's just Molly, and her toes hurt whenever there's a storm coming, and I love her.

Death said he would wait for me, but not forever.

The worst thing in the world is not to lose all you have. The worst thing in this world is not having your heart broken. Loss passes, pain passes - even heartbreak passes. The very worst thing in this world is to hurt a heart that cared for you.

You will have to excuse me, I am not even sure if I could tell you what a friend looks like, or what they do. But I think you might be my one friend, if that should suit you.