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

by Peter S. Beagle

But the unicorn had all the world in her eyes, all the world I’m never going to see, but it doesn’t matter, because now I have seen it, and it’s beautiful, and I was in there, too.

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

I had to sit down because my legs wouldn’t work anymore. They’ll usually do what I ask for, but boldness always costs.

“Nothing changes,” I said. “It all gets prettier and prettier, but it’s still the same.

you can’t forget the ones who change you always, the ones who won’t ever forget you even if you should pass yourself and forget them. Who claim you forever. Whatever they are, wherever they are, whoever. Oh, whoever.