Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

Truthfulness So Often Goes With Ruthlessness.

Rose Doesn’t Like The Flat Country, But I Always Did – Flat Country Seems To Give The Sky Such A Chance.