What the hell…. they were all one map?! Why all the separate entrances?
There ran mute behind him such a hound of hell as God forbid should ever be at my heels.
The Hound of the Baskervilles
I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.
Sherlock Holmes
Words come later. It is the scent that first speaks of love.
Worf
Map of Buss Island, a phantom island put on maps for years but eventually un-discovered.
Marches – “Cold Hands Warm Heart”
4AM Is The New Midnight
This album is absolutely strange, and none of the tracks are at all like any of the others. This weird electro-R&B and its staccato horn section really caught my ear, though.
Nightjar and Whip-poor-will
The little frost-work which Titmouse had thrown around his heart, began to melt like snow under sunbeams.
Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year
