I'd Rather To Make A Good Run

There Is No Such Joy In The Tavern As Upon The Road Thereto.

Scars Have The Strange Power To Remind Us That Our Past Is Real.

She Was Gone And The Coldness Of It Was Her Final Gift.

He Sat A Long Time And He Thought About His Life And How Little Of It He Could Ever Have Foreseen And He Wondered For All His Will And All His Intent How Much Of It Was His Doing.

When The Lambs Is Lost In The Mountain, He Said. They Is Cry. Sometime Come The Mother. Sometime The Wolf.