This World Has Need Of

Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

I Can't Protect You From Knowledge.

Truth Is Without Flourishes Or Manners And Runs With A Logic All Its Own.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.

A Second Floor Window Opened, And Kyle Stuck His Head And Shoulders Out So He Could Look Down At Us. “if You Two Are Finished Playing Cowboy And Indian Out There, Some Of Us Would Like To Get Their Beauty Sleep.” I Looked At Warren. “you Heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me Go To My Little Wigwam And Get ‘um Shut-eye.” “how Come You Always Get To Play The Indian?” Whined Warren, Deadpan. “cause She’s The Indian, White Boy,” Said Kyle.