Ice Is For Death And

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.

It Can Be Hard To Write A Skillfully Entertaining Fiction, But A Great Book Wants To Be More, And Wants More From Us.

In This World, Where We Find Ourselves, We Need Compassion More Than Anything, I Think, Or We Are All Alone.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.