I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.
A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.