House stared at him for so long that Wilson began to have deeply upsetting inklings.

"Apparently not," he said finally. Wilson's inklings became whole inkpots.

That bit was just class. You capture characters so fully that even those whose internal workings are hidden come shining into life in your writing. Which is an overly dramatic way of saying that, basically, you're fabulous.

And the two Gravesworthy poems nearly made me cry, especially 'The Days' which was really just beautiful.