Can They Love Without A Word For

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.

His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Writing Is Writing From The Gut Or The Heart Or Something Like That Rather Than Intellectually.

I Have Always Been A Dark Writer.

As We Sin, So Do We Suffer