I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.

Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.