Yeah According To My- Hey, Are You

We Try To Do What's Right, Or Rather What Other Say Is Right. But Sometimes, When That Goes Against Who We Are...you Have To Choose.

But I Didn't Know About The Other Story." "what Other Story?” "about How You And Adrian Ivashkov Are—" "no, Whatever You Heard It’s Not True." "but It Was Really Romantic" "then It’s Definitely Not True.

The Alchemists’ Beliefs Are My Beliefs,” I Say Quickly. She Arched An Eyebrow. “are They? I Would Hope Your Beliefs Would Be Your Beliefs.” I’d Never Thought About It That Way Before, But I Suddenly Hoped Desperately That Her Words Were True.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.

It Wasn't The Kind Of Touch That Said, Hey, I've Got A Plan, So Hang In There Because We're Going To Get Out Of This. It Was More Like The Kind Of Touch That Simply Said, You Aren't Alone. It Was Really The Only Thing He Could Offer. And In That Moment, It Was Enough.