Reality Is A Fragile Thing.

I Love To Read, I Love To Watch Movies, And I Love To Be With My Children.

Quite Suddenly Meggie Felt Fear Rise In Her Like Black Brackish Water, She Felt Lost, Terribly Lost, She Felt It In Every Part Of Her. She Didn't Belong Here! What Had She Done?

What Was A Slap For Ten Pages Of Escapism, Ten Pages Far From Everything That Made Him Unhappy, Ten Pages Of Real Life Instead Of The Monotony That Other People Called The Real World?

Every Book Should Begin With Attractive Endpapers. Preferably In A Dark Colour: Dark Red Or Dark Blue, Depending On The Binding. When You Open The Book It's Like Going To The Theatre. First You See The Curtain. Then It's Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.