I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.

Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.