Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

Damen's The One. Always has been. Always will be.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

Where there is life, there is hope.