A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My

Why?” Eve Leaned Forward. “sincerely, I’ve Always Wanted To Know Why Anyone Buys Multiple Pairs Of Shoes At A Time.” “if I Have To Explain It, The Joy Is Lost.

He Had Realised That Most Vital Of Humanities. He Had Touched Lives. And He Had Raised Three Boys That No One Had Wanted Into Men.

You're Excuses Are So Lame They're Limping.

That Has Not Yet Been Put To The Test. I Got My Fourth-degree Black Belt This Winter. When I Make Martial Arts Noises, Thousands Flee In Terror. Don't Test Me." "can You Hear That? It's My Knees Knocking." "they're Wise To Fear Me.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.