This May Be My Only

A Library Is A Gateway To Others' Minds, Hearts, And Lives.

This May Be My Only Chance To See Humans Before These Two Are Made Into Fertilizer For Moonwind's Rosebushes.

Folk Caught Up In A Riot Aren't Our Cousins And Sisters, Our Brothers And Uncles. They Are Part Of A Big Animal With Many Arms And Claws, Armed With Stones And Sticks.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

After I Recovered From 'lioness', I Wanted To Write Something About Animals Because I Really Like Mythical Creatures, Especially Dragons. At 12, I Was One Of Those Semi-recluses Who Did Better With Animals Than People. Out Of That, Came The Character, Daine, Who Could Communicate With Animals.