I Am Sorry," I Whispered. "i Am

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.

I Dream Dark Dreams. I Dream Of A Figure Moving Through The Forest, Of Children Flying From His Path, Of Young Women Crying At His Coming. I Dream Of Snow And Ice, Of Bare Branches And Moon-cast Shadows. I Dream Of Dancers Floating In The Air, Stepping Lightly Even In Death, And My Own Pain Is But A Faint Echo Of Their Suffering As I Run. My Blood Is Black On The Snow, And The Edges Of The World Are Silvered With Moonlight. I Run Into The Darkness, And He Is Waiting. I Dream In Black And White, And I Dream Of Him. I Dream Of Caleb, Who Does Not Exist, And I Am Afraid.

For In Every Adult There Dwells The Child That Was, And In Every Child There Lies The Adult That Will Be.

You Mean They Killed Her?" Asked David. They Ate Her," Said Brother Number One. "with Porridge. That's What 'ran Away And Was Never Seen Again' Means In These Parts. It Means 'eaten.'" Um And What About 'happily Ever After'?" Asked David, A Little Uncertainly. "what Does That Mean?" Eaten Quickly," Said Brother Number One.

I Thought It Was Her Wicked Stepmother Who Poisoned Her...' '...turned Out The Wicked Stepmother Had An Alibi.' '...seems She Was Off Poisoning Someone Else At The Time. Chance In A Million, Really. It Was Just Bad Luck.