Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

I can’t grieve for myself.” Hugo shook his head slowly. “Of course you can. We do it all the time, regardless of if we’re alive or not, over the small things and the big things. Everyone is a little bit sad all the time.

“Be you Satan or some other demon, you are not welcome here! This is a place of peace and overpriced confectionaries.”