There Is A Legacy Of

Ravens Are The Birds I'll Miss Most When I Die. If Only The Darkness Into Which We Must Look Were Composed Of The Black Light Of Their Limber Intelligence. If Only We Did Not Have To Die At All. Instead, Become Ravens.

Love Won't Be Tampered With, Love Won't Go Away. Push It To One Side And It Creeps To The Other.

I Am At The Bookstore A Lot, But Let My Friends, The Professional Birchbark Books Staff, Handle The Day In And Day Out.

I Spend My Time Dwelling On Revenge And Try To Deal With The Monsters Crawling Out Of The Ashes.

There Is No Such Thing As A Complete Lack Of Order, Only A Design So Vast It Appears Unrepetitive Up Close.