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

On More Than One Occasion David, In His Urge To Explore The Darker Corners Of The Bookshelves, Had Found Himself Wearing Strands Of Spider Silk In His Face And Hair, Causing The Web's Creator To Scuttle Into A Corner And Crouch Balefully, Lost In Thoughts Of Arachnoid Revenge.

This World Is Full Of Broken Things: Broken Hearts, Broken Promises, Broken People.

Being Scared Isn't The Problem. It's Not Running Away That's The Hard Part.

It Was An Overcast Late November Morning, The Grass Splintered By Hoarfrost, And Winter Grinning Through The Gaps In The Clouds Like A Bad Clown Peering Through The Curtains Before The Show Begins.