Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

One wild card was yet to be played.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.