It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.
We owe it to each other to tell stories.
If you, as a parent, raise your children well, they won't need you anymore. If you did it properly, they go away.
What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?