As A Novelist, I'm Endlessly Fascinated By

You May Be Your Own Best Helper, If You Choose The Right Path.

You Know Not, Yet, The Sort Of Love That Strikes Like A Lightning Bolt; That Clutches Hold Of You By The Heart, As Irrevocably As Death; That Becomes The Lodestar By Which You Steer The Rest Of Your Life. I Would Not Wish Such A Love On Anyone, Man Or Woman, For It Can Make Your Life A Paradise, Or It Can Destroy You Utterly.

All That He Had Of Her Was His Memory, Where He Held Every Moment, Every Single Moment That She Had Been His. That Was All He Had, To Keep Out The Loneliness.

He And I…we Share A Bond. Not Love, Exactly. It Goes Beyond That. He Is Mine As Surely As Sun Follows Moon Across The Sky. Mine Before Ever I Knew He Existed. Mine Until Death And Beyond.

The Warmth Of His Embrace Soaked Into Me, A Powerful Charm Against The Dark Things.