Luck Ran Out, But Smart

It Was An Overcast Late November Morning, The Grass Splintered By Hoarfrost, And Winter Grinning Through The Gaps In The Clouds Like A Bad Clown Peering Through The Curtains Before The Show Begins.

We Are Not Meant To Know The Time Or The Nature Of Our Deaths (for All Of Us Secretly Hope That We May Be Immortal).

“you Don't Have Much Faith In People, Do You?” Said David. “i Don't Have Much Faith In Anything,” Roland Replied. “not Even In Myself.”

He Became Merely The Broken Statue Of A Beast, Now Without Another's Fear To Animate It.

He Had Never Really Speculated About This Before, Since Demons Came In All Shapes And Sizes. Indeed, Some Of Them Came In More Than One Shape Or Size All By Themselves, Such As O'dear, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Overweight, And His Twin, O'really, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Slim When They're Not.