Until We Invent Telepathy, Books Are Our

My Heart Died A While Back. [eragon]

Wind Howled Throught The Night, Carrying The Scent That Would Change The World.

The Sea Is Emotion Incarnate. It Loves, Hates, And Weeps. It Defies All Attempts To Capture It With Words And Rejects All Shackles. No Matter What You Say About It, There Is Always That Which You Can't.

Too Late. It's Hatched.

It Is Better To Ask For An Apology Than To Ask For Permission.