All True Wealth Is Biological.

Miles Is... Miles; Close To A Force Of Nature, Climbing Up Out Of His Own Pages And Escaping Subordination To Any Opinion Of Mine.

It's A Bizarre But Wonderful Feeling, To Arrive Dead Center Of A Target You Didn't Even Know You Were Aiming For.

One Learns Better Than To Hand One's Choices To Fear. With Age, With Every Wound And Scar, One Learns.

One Corner Of His Mouth Crooked Up, Then The Quirk Vanished In A Thoughtful Pursing Of His Lips. "he's Bisexual, You Know." He Took A Delicate Sip Of His Wine. "was Bisexual," She Corrected Absently, Looking Fondly Across The Room. "now He's Monogamous." Vordarian Choked, Sputtering.

Seems Like Half My Anxiety Dreams Are About Airports.