The Wind Always Brings Us Back To

Remember, It's The Winners Write The History Books, And The Losers Get The Leavings.

And So Nat Stood Up And Joined The Group, And Followed, And Watched, And Awaited His Chance As The Light Of Chaos Lit The Plain And Gods And Demons Marched To War.

Somehow The Anticipation Of Pain Can Be Even More Troubling, More A Misery Than The Pain Itself.

Some People Spend The Whole Of Their Lives Sitting Waiting For One Train, Only To Find That They Never Even Made It To The Station.

Like A Domestic Cat, Purring On The Sofa By Day, But By Night, A Strutting Queen, A Natural Killer, Disdainful Of Her Other Life.