I Don't Want Only One

The Way It Always Did.

Self-publishing Is Great, But I Don't Want To Be An Icon For It, Or Anything Else.

Yeah, You're Probably Right," I Admitted And Slowly Pulled Myself Out From Underneath The Covers. "you Know, I Really Wish You'd Catch Onto The Fact That I'm Always Right.

Who Was That?” I Whispered, As If The Walls Could Hear Me. They Were Lined With Pictures, A Few Of Which I Recognized As Being Painted By Master Painters. “rhys.” “yeah, I Know But… Is He My Brother?” I Asked. I Had Already Decided That He Was Foxy, So I Really Hoped That He Wasn‟t.

Ready?" Tove Asked Without Looking At Me. He Started Walking Before I Answered. "duncan, You Don't Need To Come With Us," I Told Him As I Hurried After Tove. Duncan Followed Me The Way He Always Did, But He Slowed. "it's Probably Best If He Does," Tove Said, Tucking His Hair Behind His Ears. "why?" I Asked, But Duncan Smiled, Excited To Be Included. "we Need Someone To Test On," Tove Replied Matter-of-factly, And Duncan's Smile Instantly Faded.