You Know I Love You More When

The Night Swelled With Magic; Not The Beneficent Kind Of Love-magic That Sweeps Couples Away, But The Kind Of Magic That Rips And Tears, The Enchantment That Creeps Out Of The Woods And Pounces.

Hoyt Was By Himself Right Under One Of The Portable Lights Rigged Up For The Occasion. He Had His Hands Thrust In His Pockets, And He Looked More Serious Than I’d Ever Seen Him. There Was Something Strange About The Sight, And After A Second I Figured Out Why. It Was One Of The Few Times I’d Ever Seen Hoyt Alone.

It’s Called Two And A Half Men,” Dermot Was Telling His Guest. “i Understand,” Bellenos Said. “because The Two Brothers Are Grown, And The Son Isn’t.” “i Think So,” Dermot Said. “don’t You Think The Son Is Useless?” “the Half? Yes. At Home, We’d Eat Him,” Bellenos Said.

I Felt Like A Car That Had Only Been Operated By One Driver… A Car Its New Prospective Buyer Was Determined To Take To The Daytona 500.

In The World I Lived In, The World Of Human People, There Were Ties And Debts And Consequences And Good Deeds. That Was What Bound People To Society; Maybe That Was What Constituted Society. And I Tried To Live In My Little Niche In It The Best Way I Could.