The Most Difficult Novel I

We're Frightened Of What Makes Us Different.

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.

No One Is Safe From Nature's Savagery,not Even The Innocent. Only Beauty Is Consistent. Gabrielle Envisions A Time When The Savage Garden Will Overtake Civilizations And Destroy It.

A Summer Rain Had Left The Night Clean And Sparkling With Drops Of Water. I Leaned Against The End Pillar Of The Gallery, My Head Touching The Soft Tendrils Of A Jasmine Which Grew There In A Constant Battle With A Wisteria, And I Thought Of What Lay Before Me Throughout The World And Throughout Time, And Resolved To Go About It Delicately And Reverently, Learning That From Each Thing Which Would Take Me Best To Another.

I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend. It’s Just The Card I Drew.