Still It Might Be Nice, Once In

He Doesn’t Pretend,” The Punk Pixie Said. He Nodded Toward Doyle. “nice Rings. You Got Anything Else Pierced?” “yes,” Doyle Said. The Boy Smiled, Making The Rings In The Edge Of His Nose And His Bottom Lip Curl Cheerfully With It. “me Too,” He Said.

What Is Love? Sometimes It's Just Letting Yourself Be Who And What You Are, And Letting The Person You're Supposed To Love Be Who And What He Is Too. Or Maybe What And Who They Are.

I Give Good Advice. I Do Not Always Take It.

The Fey In This Country Keep To Themselves, And Are A Separate Nation, Much Like The American Indians, But With Even More Autonomy.

I Wondered If I Had Offended Him. I Wondered If I Cared.