#01 – Motion
Mytho didn't comprehend the fleeting touches or confessions, but he understood the raw, physical feel of friction, and silently he thanked Fakir for the way it made him feel more human.

#02 – Cool
When Mytho removes himself from the bed, he neither takes warmth with him nor leaves it behind, instead abandoning a cold spot where the warmth of his body should have a lingered, and a frozen knight where a valiant one should have shined.

#03 – Young
Mytho had been that way for as long as Fakir could remember: porcelain, pretty, and preserved; imperceptibly broken.

#07 – One
Everyone knew that it took but one sentence to start a story, but one Duck to return a heart, and but one Raven to steal his soul away and poison it.

#08 – Thousand
A thousand times Fakir wished he'd said the right things and hadn't lashed out at what was, after all, only a doll.