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And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.

Hope. Nothing Is More Intoxicating.

I Have Two Iceland Horses, A Very Hairy Dog Called Looney, And A Guinea Pig.

Because Fear Kills Everything," Mo Had Once Told Her. "your Mind, Your Heart, Your Imagination.

I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World At Secondhand. It's A Lot Safer.