Ah yes, the man or the crown. I'm afraid some can't tell the difference.

The Selection was no longer something that was simply happening to me, but something I was actively a part of. I was an Elite.

It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.

So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.