Let The Jagged Edge Of

He Stood There For A Moment Looking Around The Silent Room, Shaking His Head Slowly. All These Books, He Thought, The Residue Of A Planet’s Intellect, The Scrapings Of Futile Minds, The Leftovers, The Potpourri Of Artifacts That Had No Power To Save Men From Perishing.

Heaven Would Never Be Heaven Without You.

Let The Jagged Edge Of Sobriety Be Now Dulled.

The Vampire Was Real. It Was Only That His True Story Had Never Been Told.

Because There Was Only One Thing Worse Than Dying. And That Was Knowing You Were Going To Die. And Where. And How. (“death Ship”)