All things make sense; you just have to fathom how they make sense.
Happy children do not seem to grow up to be writers.
No novel is a clone of any preceding one, though with a background cast of characters and things that has grown to thousands, there are many familiar aspects.
Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?Then, leave me to my foolishness.
At the time I wrote Xone I had never been on the Internet.
Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.