It’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat

I Don't Think There Is A Right Or Wrong Anymore. Only Horrible And Not-quite-so-horrible.

But First, My Friends, I Need You To Do Something For Me. We Have Two Spies In The Back Of The Auditorium.

I Sent A Lot Of Publishing Ideas To My Publisher, About 30 Of Them. Each Time Except 3, I Got A "rejection Letter". This Is Basically What A Rejection Letter Is Like: Hello Pathetic Moron, We Read Your Book. It Sucked. Don't Send Us Another One. If You Do, We Will Run Over Your Grandmother With A Bus. Don't Do It. From, Your Publisher

A Roar Cut Through The Melee: A Booming Growl, A Noise That Might Come Out Of A She-bear Protecting A Cub. It Was Alec- And Suddenly Bodies Were Flying Everywhere.

Your Demons Are Always With You, Skale Answered. His Voice Seemed Even Raspier Than The Day Before. Don't You Understand That By Now? Always With You, Impossible To Escape. But You Never Can Guess How They Might Manifest Themselves.