The Novel Should Be Understood As A

I Tend To Close My Eyes When I Look At People Anymore.

Because Here’s The Thing: No Matter How Much One Tells Stories Of Magical Beasts Or Impossible Worlds, In The End, It Is Always The World Of Here And Now One Is Writing About. The Better One Understands That World, The More Powerful The Stories Will Be.

The Others Followed, And Found Themselves In A Small, Stuffy Basement, Which Would Have Been Damp, Smelly, Close, And Dark, Were It Not, In Fact, Well-lit, Which Prevented It From Being Dark.

I’ve Heard It Said: ‘by His Home You Shall Know Him’; And We All Know That We Must Pay Attention To Anyone Who Reverses The Subject And Auxiliary Verb In His Sentence.

He Got Up And Walked Out, So I Missed Seeing The Powerful Sorcerer Doing His Powerful Sorcery, Which Would Have Involved Him Closing His Eyes And Then, I Don't Know, Maybe Taking A Deep Breath Or Something.