Tear Jerker: Going Postal
- The golem Anghammarad, who has recently 'died', tells Death he will stay in the desert that seems to function as the entrance to the afterlife. When Death points out that there is nothing to do in the desert, Anghammarad replies "Yes. It is perfect. I am free". I found it very moving after the golem had spent such a long lifetime performing duties.
"I Have Lost My Clay."
- The touching relationship between the clacksmen, lonely and far from home, and the admiring local kids who help them out.
ĎYouíre fooling no one but yourself,í said Miss Dearheart, and reached for his hand.
Moist — shook her off, and ran out of the building, out of the city and back to his old life, or lives, always moving on, selling glass as diamond, but somehow it just didnít seem to work any more, the flair wasnít there, the fun had dropped out of it, even the cards didnít seem to work for him, the money ran out, and one winter in some inn that was no more than a slum he turned his face to the wall —
And an angel appeared.