All Thing Serve The Beam

This Was The Darker Life, Where Every Truth Was Written Backward.

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

Let The Word And The Legend Go Before You. Let The World Go Before You. Let Your Shadow Grow. Let It Grow Hair On Its Face. Let It Become Dark. Given Time, Words May Even Enchant An Enchanter.

Beating Heroin Is Child's Play Compared To Beating Your Childhood.

May You Find Your Tower, Roland, And Breach It, And May You Climb To The Top!