They're Animals, All Right. But Why Are

They Walked Through The Rainy Dark Like Gaunt Ghosts, And Garraty Didn't Like To Look At Them. They Were The Walking Dead.

Lover," She Whispers, And Closes Her Eyes. It Falls Upon Her. Love Is Like Dying.

I Wouldn't Have Missed A Single Minute Of It, Not For The Whole World.

When The Reader Hears Strong Echoes Of His Or Her Own Life And Beliefs, He Or She Is Apt To Become More Invested In The Story.

And When There Are Enough Outsiders Together In One Place, A Mystic Osmosis Takes Place And You're Inside.