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Here's A Secret: Fictive Text Doesn't Necessarily Flow Easily. Most Of The Time It's More Like Cutting A Highway Through A Mountain. You Just Have To Keep Working With Your Pick, Chipping Away At The Rock, Making Slow Progress.

If The Fiercest Conglomerate Monsters Had Souls, With All That Implied, Who Could Condemn Them As Evil?

I Think It's A Shame That Something As Creative And Vital To The Nature Of The Human Species As Story-telling Is Largely Controlled By The Soulless Cretins Known As Publishers.

At The Time I Wrote Xone I Had Never Been On The Internet.

All Things Make Sense; You Just Have To Fathom How They Make Sense.