He walked away. He walked back. He could not look at her. He could not look away. He began to say something. He could not say anything. What could he say? Whatever he said must appal Elenora, perhaps disgust her. Certainly discomfort and embarrass her. The last thing he wanted was to cause [...]

  In less than a heartbeat it was done. The Cupid’s, Bertrand’s, tiny arrow was buried deep in his heart. Cold as deep blue ice. Hot as white hot gold. From this moment there was no hope of Cupid’s cruelly-barbed steel ever being removed without tearing his heart out with it. And Hamgar looked up. [...]

  Today as Hamgar was admiring Elenora’s miniatures, Bertrand, unnoticed by the artisans below, was beginning to get it. His little wings began trembling with excitement. His arrow slotted onto the string and with frowning concentration Bertrand began to draw it slowly back. But his cute little pudgy fingers couldn’t hold the arrow and suddenly [...]

    Hamgar never really noticed the fat little Cherubs flying around, or sitting on the beams above him. For as long as he could remember, Cherubs had always been everywhere, so common that he no longer saw them, and if he had, well, they were nothing to do with him at this time in [...]