Expire.

Nothing deflates interest in a piece like the feeling that you're ghosting past lines.

No dice.

Just some words, a simple glamour spell, and a half dozen pigeon skulls.

Pre-Tolkien.

From a story called "Puss Cat Mew", but, really, who'd own up to that title?

When it rains, it pours.

Wasn't sure why the insistence that something here had to be yellow kept buzzing in my head.