We Fell. We Got Up. We Ran.

They Belong To Their Readers Now, Which Is A Great Thing–because The Books Are More Powerful In The Hands Of My Readers Than They Could Ever Be In My Hands.

Anything That Happens All At Once Is Just As Likely To Unhappen All At Once, You Know?

And I Wrote My Way Out Of The Labyrinth.

You Gave Me A Forever Within The Numbered Days, And I'm Grateful.

The Dead Are Visible Only In The Terrible Lidless Eye Of Memory.