Farid Had Brought An Invisible Guest With

Dustfinger Inspected His Reddened Fingers And Felt The Taut Skin. ‘he Might Tell Me How My Story Ends,’ He Murmured. Meggie Looked At Him In Astonishment. ‘you Mean You Don’t Know?’ Dustfinger Smiled. Meggie Still Didn’t Particularly Like His Smile. It Seemed To Appear Only To Hide Something Else. ‘what’s So Unusual About That, Princess?’ He Asked Quietly. ‘do You Know How Your Story Ends?’ Meggie Had No Answer For That.

And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.

I Don't Like To Eat The Same Dish Every Day, So I Read Very Different Things.

Every Book Should Begin With Attractive Endpapers. Preferably In A Dark Colour: Dark Red Or Dark Blue, Depending On The Binding. When You Open The Book It's Like Going To The Theatre. First You See The Curtain. Then It's Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

A Reader Doesn't Really See The Characters In A Story; He Feels Them.