Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
Stephenie Meyer canโt write worth a darn. Sheโs not very good.
I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.
It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.
There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.