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Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He Was Home Again.

Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is Harder.

Women Were Different, No Doubt About It. Men Broke So Much More Quickly. Grief Didn't Break Women. Instead It Wore Them Down, It Hollowed Them Out Very Slowly.

You Know, It's A Funny Thing About Writers. Most People Don't Stop To Think Of Books Being Written By People Much Like Themselves. They Think That Writers Are All Dead Long Ago--they Don't Expect To Meet Them In The Street Or Out Shopping. They Know Their Stories But Not Their Names, And Certainly Not Their Faces. And Most Writers Like It That Way.

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