My Perfect Reader Doesn't Just Read -

…my Life Has Been A Remarkable One. Maybe One Day Someone Will Write A Book About Me . . .” "i’ve Never Much Cared For Horror Stories.

Strange Though It Is,sarov Still Cares About You. He Told Me To Leave You Alone. But I Think, This Time, I Must Disobey The General. You Are Mine! And I Intend To Make You Suffer..." "just Talking To You Makes Me Suffer," Alex Said.

When You Are Rich, People Treat You With Respect.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

So It's A Coincidence. Just Like You Said. Two Rich Parents With Two Rich Kids At The Same School. They're Both Killed In Accidents. Why Are You So Interested?" "because I Don't Like Coincidence," Blunt Replied. "in Fact, I Don't Believe In Coincidence. Where Some People See Coincidence, I See Conspiracy. That's My Job.