. . . For A Lifetime Was

‎"sarge, Mr. Nurd Here Is Threatening To Turn Me To Jelly." "really?" Said Sarge. "what Flavor?

They Were On The Side Of The Angels, Even If The Angels Weren't Entirely Sure That This Was A Good Thing.

I Believe In Those Whom I Love And Trust.

I'm A Ghost," Said The Small Figure, Then Added, A Little Uncertainly, "boo?

Without A Human Voice To Read Them Aloud, Or A Pair Of Wide Eyes Following Them By Flashlight Beneath A Blanket, They Had No Real Existence In Our World. They Were Like Seeds In The Beak Of A Bird, Waiting To Fall To Earth, Or The Notes Of A Song Laid Out On A Sheet, Yearning For An Instrument To Bring Their Music Into Being.