Those Big Blue Eyes Were Swimming, And

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

Since It Was There, Larkin Got Another Bowl, Spooned Up Stew For Himself. “he Fights With Us. We’re An Army.” “an Army? Talk About Delusions Of Grandeur. What Are You?” She Asked Glenna. “witch.” “so, We’ve Got A Witch, A Sorcerer, A Couple Of Refugees From Geall And A Vampire. Some Army.

Men Shake Hands After They Beat Each Other Up; We Eat Chocolate.

Didn't People Consider What Could Happen If Armies Of Farm Animals United In Revolt?

Things Have A Way Of Falling Into Place.