I'm Not A Natural Joiner.

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.

I Enjoyed The Meetings, Too. It Was Like Having Friends.

Some Readers And Commentators Really Want To Scrape Your Insides Out To Make Sense Of Your Work. Others Say, There's The Work, It Speaks For Itself. Personally, I Fall Somewhere In The Middle.

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

Don't Worry. You're Just As Sane As I Am.