And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.
Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.
She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.
He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.