Man Who Betrayed You Once

He Had Been Granted His Life's Wish-but Conditionally.

She Loved Him Because He Had Brought Her Back To Life. She Had Been Like A Caterpillar In A Cocoon, And He Had Drawn Her Out And Shown Her That She Was A Butterfly.

We All Now Tell Stories By Cutting From One Dramatic Scene To The Next, Whereas Victorian Novelists Felt Free To Write Long Passages Of Undramatic Summary.

Without Books I Would Not Have Become A Vivacious Reader, And If You Are Not A Reader You Are Not A Writer.

I Aim To Be Translucent, So You Don't Notice The Words, Just Their Meaning. I Haven't Much Insight Into People's Motivations.