Wash The Bones, Bring The Body, Leave

Suddenness," He Says. " You Do Not Prepare, You Do Not Explain, You Do Not Apologize. Suddenly, You Go. And With You, You Take All Contemplation, All Consideration Of Your Own Departure. All The Suffering That Would Have Come From Knowing Comes After You Are Gone, And You Are Not A Part Of It.

I Grew Up In Cyprus And Egypt, These Fantastic Places I Remember Fondly.

Kelly Link's Prose Is Conveyed In Details So Startling And Fine That You Work Up A Sweat Just Waiting For The Next Sentence To Land. This Is Why We Read, Crave, Need, Can't Live Without Short Stories.

My Grandfather And I Were Very Close.

I've Always Written About Animals. I'm Still Trying To Process Why That Is.