A Weeping Woman Is A Bucket With

Men Forget, But Never Forgive; Women Forgive, But Never Forget.

Tuon's Eyes Snapped Open, And Despite The Dim Light, She Focused Directly On Mat. She Saw The Knife In His Hand, Ready To Throw. Then She Looked Over Her Shoulder.

There Are No Clear Paths. Only Pitfalls And Tripwires And Darkness.

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.

Surprising What You Can Dig Out Of Books If You Read Long Enough, Isn't It?