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The Cool Thing About Writing Is That There Is Really Never A Typical Day. Sometimes I Get A Rhythm Going And Head Off To Work Every Morning And Come Home At Night. Sometimes I'll Write For Two Days Straight And Then Be Utterly Blank For The Next Two.

I Jerked My Chin Toward Frost’s Body. ‘all That Is Required For Evil To Prevail Is For Good Men To Do Nothing.’ Hao Said, “life Is Not Safe. A Man Might Spend His Whole Time On Earth Staying Safe In A Basement, And In The End, He Still Dies Like Everyone Else.” Half-naked, Covered With The Same Filth We All Were, He Still Gave The Impression Of Being In Control Of Himself And His Environment.

My Will Broke At The Sound Of His Voice, And My Head Turned With As Much Inevitability As A Sunflower Turning Its Face To The Sun.

There Was I Thinking Being A Shifter Had Its Upsides. Looks Like I Was Wrong.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.