Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For

If 'why' Was The First And Last Question, Then Because I Was Curious To See What Would Happen Was The First And Last Answer. A Version Of It Had Been Spoken To God Himself In The Garden Of Eden, And It Was Destined To Be The Reason For The End Of Things At The Hands Of Man.

I Don't Think," He Said, "that A Vicar Is Supposed To Beat A Bishop To Death, Or Even Back To Death." Mr. Berkeley Looked Down Upon The Remains Of Bishop Bernard. "if Anyone Asks, We'll Say He Fell Over," He Said. "lots Of Times.

And David Saw Himself Reflected In The Woodsman's Eyes, And There He Was No Longer Old But A Young Man, For A Man Is Always His Father's Child No Matter How Old He Is Or How Long They Have Been Apart.

The Detective Was Different. Not That He Wasn't A Good Man; Willie Had Heard Enough About Him To Understand That He Was The Kind Who Didn't Like To Turn Away From Another's Pain, The Kind Who Couldn't Put A Pillow Over His Ears To Drown Out The Cries Of Strangers. Those Scars He Had Were Badges Of Courage, And Willie Knew That There Were Others Hidden Beneath His Clothes, And Still More Deep Inside, Right Beneath The Skin And Down To The Soul. No, It Was Just That Whatever Goodness Was There Coexisted With Rage And Grief And Loss.

He Had Never Really Speculated About This Before, Since Demons Came In All Shapes And Sizes. Indeed, Some Of Them Came In More Than One Shape Or Size All By Themselves, Such As O'dear, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Overweight, And His Twin, O'really, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Slim When They're Not.