Perhaps Because This Time Not Fear But

I Will Try To Write Books Until I Drop Dead.

Farid Had Brought An Invisible Guest With Him. Fear.

If I Was A Book, I Would Like To Be A Library Book, So I Would Be Taken Home By All Different Sorts Of Kids.

Dustfinger Inspected His Reddened Fingers And Felt The Taut Skin. ‘he Might Tell Me How My Story Ends,’ He Murmured. Meggie Looked At Him In Astonishment. ‘you Mean You Don’t Know?’ Dustfinger Smiled. Meggie Still Didn’t Particularly Like His Smile. It Seemed To Appear Only To Hide Something Else. ‘what’s So Unusual About That, Princess?’ He Asked Quietly. ‘do You Know How Your Story Ends?’ Meggie Had No Answer For That.

We're All Liars When It Serves Our Purpose.