I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read.
He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.
Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.
A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven
We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
Children donโt require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.