Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

The More People You Love, The Weaker You Are.

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

They Say Night's Beauties Fade At Dawn, And The Children Of Wine Are Oft Disowned In The Morning Light.

The Way My Books Are Structured, Everyone Was Together, Then They All Went Their Separate Ways And The Story Deltas Out Like That, And Now It’s Getting To The Point Where The Story Is Beginning To Delta Back In, And The Viewpoint Characters Are Occasionally Meeting Up With Each Other Now And Being In The Same Point At The Same Time, Which Gives Me A Lot More Flexibility For Killing People.

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?